| Lyrics: | (A. Young M. Young B. Johnson)
Put your gear into fire
Lay your bullets on the
ground
Turn your head to desire
There's a woman going down
She said she'll rack
you up, all the way
Then she gonna spit you out, count your days
She says choice is
yours, casually
So why don't you do what comes naturally
Sink the pink, it's all
the fashion
Drink the drink, it's old fashioned
Gimme water, gimme wine
Gonna show
you, a good time
Sink the pink, sink the pink
Got a fever running high
Give
you wings to make you fly
She school you like a fool
She make you break the rules
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She wanna give you a shot, hit the spot
And I'm gonna rack em up, get it hot
She
said, make it good, satisfy
You know that woman got Dallas eyes
Sink the pink,
it's all the fashion
Drink the drink, it's old fashioned
Gimme water, gimme wine
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Gonna show you, a good time
Sink the pink, sink the pink
Sink the pink, it's
all the fashion
Drink the drink, it's old fashioned
Gimme water, gimme wine
Gonna
show you, a good time
Sink the pink, sink the pink, sink the pink
Sink the pink
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Sink the pink |
