By Pink, Motorcycle's in the parking lot
Revving their engines and it just
By Pink, Alright sir, sure, I'll have another one, it's early
Three olives,
By Pink, Drinking wine and thinking bliss is on the other side
By Pink, I dance around this empty house
Tear us down, throw you
By Pink, Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close
By Pink, I don't mind it, I don't mind at all
It's like
By Pink, I conjure up the thought of being gone
But I'd probably
By Pink, You used to hold the door for me
Now you can't
By Pink, Am I sweating
Or are these tears on my face?
Should I
By Pink, Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da,
By Pink, Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na,
By Pink, I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest
Or