Pink Whitney

A guy
Walks into a bar
With a broken heart
Trying to get jacked up
A girl
In her Jimmy Choo shoes
Got him singing the blues
But I tell you what
Honey let me try to change your mind
Boy
You oughta watch out for her kind
She'd wear white to a wedding
Try to get with your friends
A barbie bombshell
Put you through hell
No matter how sweet you've been
Stackin' daddy's money
With a whole lot of nerve
If it ain't got rims
No lift kit
She'll kick you to the curb
You're just a blue collar boy
I'll tell you cheap ain't free
You're a bottle of Jack
She's Pink Whitney
Boy
You work too damn hard
To max out your card
On a girl with a fake ID
She's probably hangin' in the back of a cab with your best friend
While you're busy running a tab
It ain't no use
She ain't gettin' drunk on you
She'd wear white to a wedding
Try to get with your friends
A barbie bombshell
Put you through hell
No matter how sweet you've been
Stackin' daddy's money
With a whole lot of nerve
If it ain't got rims
No lift kit
She'll kick you to the curb
You're just a blue collar boy
I'll tell you cheap ain't free
You're a bottle of Jack
She's Pink Whitney
She's probably hangin' in the back of a cab
With your best friend while you're busy running a tab
It ain't no use
She ain't gettin' drunk on you
She'd wear white to a wedding
Try to get with your friends
A barbie bombshell
Put you through hell no matter how sweet you've been
Stackin' daddy's money
With a whole lot of nerve
If it ain't got rims
No lift kit
She'll kick you to the curb
You're just a blue collar boy
I'll tell you cheap ain't free
You're a bottle of Jack
She's Pink Whitney
She's Pink Whitney



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