Pink Lunettes

Oooh
Chewin 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
Woooo
It was like
It was like
Aaaaaaaaah
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
Well Manfred climbed into my nape
Wrapped up in magnetic tape
All my life magnetic tape
Falling
-ling
And it chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chopped up like Richtеrs alias
Im fading away
My position in space
Away
A Chekovian smile
Chеkovian smile
A Chekovian smile of last orchards
A Chekovian smile of last orchards
Softened mothers face
Oooooooh soften mothers face
Softened mothers face
Softened mothers face as she looked up from the Star
Coney Island
Richters 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 oooh
Oooooh
Huhh
A Chekovian smile
A Chekovian smile
A Chekovian smile of last orchards yeah
Soften mothers face
Softened mothers face
Softened mothers 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
Woah
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
Ahhhhhhhh soften mothers face
Softened mothers face
Softened mothers face as she looked up from the Star
Coney Island
Richters 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
I should run and hide
Or die in the generational divide
Its getting wild
Well fall in the generational divide
Was I born too late
For the golden days of my nanny state
Wed never cry
Though I sigh with the generational divide