Lirieke: The Cure. Mr. Pink Eyes.
You look so cool, oh, I don't think
Just fall over be like me
Mr. Pink eyes, Mr. Pink eyes
Your own mind is blank and mine's away
You can't see oh, you can't see
You can't smell, Mr. Pink eyes
It's got to be jazz, that's what she wants
You are so vile, Mr. Pink eyes
Oh give me a look, give me a look
Or sit on my head, or jump on my foot
Do something, oh
One, two, three
You look so cool, oh, I don't think
Oh, just fall over be like me
Mr. Pink eyes, [Incomprehensible]
Oh, you're lovely [Incomprehensible]
Just fall over be like me
Mr. Pink eyes, Mr. Pink eyes
Your own mind is blank and mine's away
You can't see oh, you can't see
You can't smell, Mr. Pink eyes
It's got to be jazz, that's what she wants
You are so vile, Mr. Pink eyes
Oh give me a look, give me a look
Or sit on my head, or jump on my foot
Do something, oh
One, two, three
You look so cool, oh, I don't think
Oh, just fall over be like me
Mr. Pink eyes, [Incomprehensible]
Oh, you're lovely [Incomprehensible]
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