Pink Lunettes
Ooh
Turn it on
A taste of chill anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunettes, baby
I see her in pink lunettes
I see her in pink lunettes
I see her through pink lunettes
Baby
Woo
It was like, it was like, aah
Taste of chill anisette
Looking good in pink lunettes
Flashing billboards, sick regret, baby
Flaming stupor superjet
I see her in pink lunettes
Baby
Yeah
Manfred climbed into my nape
Wrapped up in magnetic tape
All my life, magnetic tape
Falling
Playing
And chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopped up like Richter's alias
I'm fading away, my position in space
Oh well
A Chekovian smile, Chekovian smile
A Chekovian smile of lost orchards
A Chekovian smile of lost orchards
Softened mother's face
Ooh, soften mother's face, softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the star
Coney Island, Richter's alias
Never, never, never, never know who you are
A taste of chill anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunettes maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret
A flaming superjet
Looking good in pink lunettes, ooh
Ooh
Huh
A Chekovian smile, a Chekovian smile
A Chekovian smile of lost orchards, yeah
Soften mother's face, softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the Star
My position in space
Fading, fading, fading, fading, fading, fading
A taste of chill anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunettes maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret, baby
A flaming superjet, wild pink lunettes
Manfred climbed into my nape, whoa
Wrapped up in magnetic tape
In my life magnetic tape
Falling in magnetic tape
Maybe
Maybe
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of those pink lunettes
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Screaming, and, dreaming
Screaming
Those pink lunettes
Aw, soften mother's face, softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the star
Coney Island, Richter's alias
Never, never, never, never know who you are
A taste of chill anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunettes maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret
A flaming superjet
But I see her in pink lunettes, uh
I should run and hide
Or die in a generational divide
It's getting wild
I'll fall in a generational divide
Was I born too late
For the golden days of my nanny state?
We'd never cry
And I side with the generational divide
Turn it on
A taste of chill anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunettes, baby
I see her in pink lunettes
I see her in pink lunettes
I see her through pink lunettes
Baby
Woo
It was like, it was like, aah
Taste of chill anisette
Looking good in pink lunettes
Flashing billboards, sick regret, baby
Flaming stupor superjet
I see her in pink lunettes
Baby
Yeah
Manfred climbed into my nape
Wrapped up in magnetic tape
All my life, magnetic tape
Falling
Playing
And chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopped up like Richter's alias
I'm fading away, my position in space
Oh well
A Chekovian smile, Chekovian smile
A Chekovian smile of lost orchards
A Chekovian smile of lost orchards
Softened mother's face
Ooh, soften mother's face, softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the star
Coney Island, Richter's alias
Never, never, never, never know who you are
A taste of chill anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunettes maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret
A flaming superjet
Looking good in pink lunettes, ooh
Ooh
Huh
A Chekovian smile, a Chekovian smile
A Chekovian smile of lost orchards, yeah
Soften mother's face, softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the Star
My position in space
Fading, fading, fading, fading, fading, fading
A taste of chill anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunettes maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret, baby
A flaming superjet, wild pink lunettes
Manfred climbed into my nape, whoa
Wrapped up in magnetic tape
In my life magnetic tape
Falling in magnetic tape
Maybe
Maybe
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of those pink lunettes
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Screaming, and, dreaming
Screaming
Those pink lunettes
Aw, soften mother's face, softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the star
Coney Island, Richter's alias
Never, never, never, never know who you are
A taste of chill anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunettes maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret
A flaming superjet
But I see her in pink lunettes, uh
I should run and hide
Or die in a generational divide
It's getting wild
I'll fall in a generational divide
Was I born too late
For the golden days of my nanny state?
We'd never cry
And I side with the generational divide
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Roland Allbrook, Jay Watson, Joseph Ryan, James Terry, James Ireland
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