Pink Lemonade
Don't spill on the sheets, don't drink it when you're on the bed
If you think that it's easy, I'm afraid that you've been misled
Don't spill it on the blankets, don't drink it when you're on the couch
It's freshly squeezed, oh no, it didn't come from a pouch
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Sippin' drinks out in the shade
Sticky fingers grip the glass
Sweet taste is mine at last
And I know that I should share, but I don't care; I want it to myself
Because I know a drink this sweet is meant for me, and no one else, no one else
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Don't put up a stand, don't sell it when you're on the street
Add a strawberry twist and then the flavor will be complete
If you add too much, It's more sour than it was before
You know it barely even tastes like lemonade anymore
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Sippin' drinks out in the shade
Sticky fingers grip the glass
Sweet taste is mine at last
And I know that I should share, but I don't care; I want it to myself
Because I know a drink this sweet is meant for me, and no one else, girl, no one else
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
If you think that it's easy, I'm afraid that you've been misled
Don't spill it on the blankets, don't drink it when you're on the couch
It's freshly squeezed, oh no, it didn't come from a pouch
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Sippin' drinks out in the shade
Sticky fingers grip the glass
Sweet taste is mine at last
And I know that I should share, but I don't care; I want it to myself
Because I know a drink this sweet is meant for me, and no one else, no one else
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Don't put up a stand, don't sell it when you're on the street
Add a strawberry twist and then the flavor will be complete
If you add too much, It's more sour than it was before
You know it barely even tastes like lemonade anymore
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Sippin' drinks out in the shade
Sticky fingers grip the glass
Sweet taste is mine at last
And I know that I should share, but I don't care; I want it to myself
Because I know a drink this sweet is meant for me, and no one else, girl, no one else
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Sippin' on pink lemonade
Pure fruit juice concentrate
Credits
Writer(s): Lonely Enclave
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