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Pink


Life is better with pink. I don't care what em traitors think. Without this colour life would stink. I'm writing, I use ink. Its pink. I went to school, saw a pink poodle, Her name was noodle, I came home, she's in my doodle, I'm writing, I use ink. It's pink. If roses were a shade of blue, Would they spread their sexist flu, For pink ain't a colour anybody can chew, I'm writing, I use ink. It's pink. If pink doesn't suit you punch the dude, Who called you a looser, he's rude. Pink ain't the colour we exclude. I'm writing, I use ink. It's pink. Pink ain't a colour for women, It's the colour of those who are chicken, Who can fuck you up, put you in prison. I'm writing, I use ink. It's pink.
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