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, it s 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 it hot She said make it good, satisfy You know that woman got Dallas eyes REPEAT CHORUS Solo REPEAT CHORUS