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Pink Pleasure! (The Raconteur)



They say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else.
You say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else.
I say one person is telling a bold lie and that's you.

No one knows you better than you,
How you gonna let people run a marathon for you when you're in a race with yourself alone?
Your whole being spells life,
Your whole being spells mother with undying affection.
You are pink,
You matter a lot,
Pink matters.

Cotton Malibu candy,
I compliment you better when it's pink,
Though you got shades of different colors like the rainbow.
With the banana and peaches made for mouth-gasm,
Is it safe to say the banana when isolated is a Lone Ranger?
What happens when it meets a fellow Lone Ranger?
Makes for sweet serenade, 
Pink pleasure.

And I heard someone say the stars are the spies of heaven, 
I can boldly accept that statement in all honesty.
With how far they are, it's no wonder they seem so close.
We pray for good and better ways,
But how good is good?
At what point is good goodly or Godly?

Cynosure of the beating heart,
A modern woman with pieces of her African roots imbibed in her,
You worth  more than they say,
Pink matters baby!

Pink pleasure.

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