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And when it rains, it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Is out for a week, she brings her A-game
Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?
And when it rains, it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes
She left me feeling real fucked up

Sexy missionary from the east
She paints like Picasso, and digs jazzy beats
Sips Guinness, Guru spinning on repeat
These minutes into hours, and these days into weeks
She sits pretty, overthinking her speech
But there ain't nobody else who dare speak
But just don't mess with her parameters
Her old man's in the mafia, a stone-cold killer
All us Englishmen are amateurs

And when it rains, it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Is out for a week, she brings her A-game
Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?
And when it rains, it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes
She left me feeling real fucked up

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Well, it could be better, could be worse
This mediocrity is just the least I deserve
'Cause, I been putting in the work
But does a strong work ethic actually work?
Sometimes I feel I'm sowing seeds just to feed the birds
And these pearlescent pigeons come and scratch up my turf
What's my better nature worth?
'Cause I give a little something but get nothing in return

And when it rains, it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Is out for a week, she brings her A-game
Is it any wonder why I been feeling so fucked up?
And when it rains, it rains
Orange juice and pink lemonade
Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes
She left me feeling real fucked up

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la



Credits
Writer(s): Robert James Milton, Murray Cameron Matravers
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