Put your gear into fire Lay your bullets on the ground Turn your head to desire There's a woman going down She gonna rough you up, all the way Then she gonna spit you out, count your days She says choice is yours, casually So why don't you do what comes naturally CHORUS: Sink the pink, it's all the fashion Drink the drink, old-fashioned Gimme water, gimme wine Gonna show you a good time Sink the pink Sink the pink Got a fever runnin' high Give you wings to make you fly She school you like a fool She make you break the rules Gonna get a shot, hit the spot Then she gonna rack 'em up, get that hot She said make it good,' satisfy You know that woman got Dallas eyes REPEAT CHORUS Solo REPEAT CHORUS
