Color Me Pink

(الألبوم: From A Planet Called Harlem - 2010)

Yes, sir!
Clutch

Love my Chuck Taylors, and my 10's be right
Rock my shorts loosely, 'cause that's how I ride
He hops the train to play video games with me all night
Then out of the blue sky, chilling buddy-buddy ain't enough
And I, and I think that I

Feeling a way I've never felt before
Make me wanna get my young lady on
So in a rush to get you on the phone
Tripping when my homies looking for me, I'm gone
Rocking little bitty skirts, acting grown
If it's right to be without you, I'm wrong
Hey, baby, listen to my song
I can go on and on, on and on

I know that I'm tripping, I know
He got me tripping, I know
That boy, he color me pink, yes, sir
That boy color me pink
Got me feeling like a lady
I know that I'm tripping, I know
He got me tripping, I know
That boy, he color me pink, yes, sir
That boy color me pink
Got me feeling like such a little lady

I catch myself in the mirror more and more
But it ain't me, it's him I'm dressing for
Getting fresh to death, 'cause he'll probably be there, I'm sure
I'm out of my mind, 'cause going buddy-buddy ain't what's up
I'm stuck, that's how I know that I'm

Feeling a way I've never felt before
Make me wanna get my young lady on
So in a rush to get you on the phone
Tripping when my homies looking for me, I'm gone
Rocking little bitty skirts, acting grown
If it's right to be without you, I'm wrong
Hey, baby, listen to my song
I can go on and on, on and on

I know that I'm tripping, I know
He got me tripping, I know
That boy, he color me pink, yes, sir
That boy color me pink
Got me feeling like a lady
I know that I'm tripping, I know
He got me tripping, I know
That boy, he color me pink, yes, sir
That boy color me pink
Got me feeling like such a little lady

I don't, understand why I can't seem to get a grip
Tell me what it is that boy keep doing to me, oh
With me, arms around
I can't help it, I just switch it up
And that's always in B, that's how I know

I know that I'm tripping, I know
He got me tripping, I know
That boy, he color me pink, yes, sir
That boy color me pink
Got me feeling like a lady
I know that I'm tripping, I know
He got me tripping, I know
That boy, he color me pink, yes, sir
That boy color me pink
Got me feeling like such a little lady

I catch myself in the mirror more and more
But it ain't me, it's him I'm dressing for
Getting fresh to death, 'cause he'll probably be there, I'm sure
I'm out of my mind, 'cause going buddy-buddy ain't what's up
I'm stuck, that's how I know that I'm

Feeling a way I've never felt before
Make me wanna get my young lady on
So in a rush to get you on the phone
Tripping when my homies looking for me, I'm gone
Rocking little bitty skirts, acting grown
If it's right to be without you, I'm wrong
Hey, baby, listen to my song
I can go on and on, on and on

I know that I'm tripping, I know
He got me tripping, I know
That boy, he color me pink, yes, sir
That boy color me pink
Got me feeling like a lady
I know that I'm tripping, I know
He got me tripping, I know
That boy, he color me pink, yes, sir
That boy color me pink
Got me feeling like such a little lady
Color me pink