Keep On Trappin

He pulled up in his shiny black car
California never looked so dark
Shades on tight wrapped in his Pink Guitar
They walk like thunder down the boulevard
He twirls and spins with his hands around her waist
Her body moves to the beat of his embrace
His lips are singing her a melody
I wish he'd sing like that for me
So I cry

Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh

So cold and so dark, making magic making art
I saw him under moonlight with a pretty Pink Guitar
His fingers dancing on her strings, it was something from a dream
But that will never, that will never ever be me

I saw him in the pouring rain, slow motion dancing to a pink refrain
He looked so sweet that I could have died
He picked me a rose form the garden and it made me cry

Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh

So cold and so dark, making magic making art
I saw him under moonlight with a pretty Pink Guitar
His fingers dancing on her strings, it was something from a dream
But that will never, that will never ever be me

Rattlesnakes dance around his legs, nightingales singing out his name
The wind runs her fingers through his thick dark curls
He hypnotized the moon
Even she's in love with him too and she cries

Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh

My heart is sad and my eyes are blue
I wish I was a guitar too
Wish he looked at me like he looks at you
Eyes full of love letters drenched in your pink perfume
So I cry

Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh
Oh ah oh ah oh