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I spent years tryin' to tighten up my own noose, chasin' every little angel on the loose. I was a rock n roll hippie-boy debutante, and it wasn't any secret 'bout what I want.

I'd say, "c'mon over here, babe, I tell you what, I'moan put my lil' finger in your honeypot". She said, "Wait until fifteen after ten. My momma and my daddy be asleep, and then I'll be low-down creepin' out the back door to give it to you".

It's that sweet pink thing I'm after. Show me yours, I'll show you mine. That sweet pink thing I'm after, made my heartbeat out of time.

There are people with a very high social rank who get their rocks off stuffin' money in the bank. From head to toe so sharply dressed, lookin' so good you would never guess. Deep down inside they're just like me. They're gettin' what they want, but what they need is just a little bit above that honey pot, where the real pink thing is a-beatin' hot. I'll be on my knees if you please just to give it to you.

It's that sweet pink thing we're after. Give me yours, I'll give you mine. That sweet pink thing we're after. Now my heart beats right on time.

The love in her heart is the real pink thing.
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