Pink Lunettes - Pond

A taste of chill anisette babe

Looking good in pink lunettes babe

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

Manfred climbed into my nape

Wrapped up in magnetic tape

All my life magnetic tape

Falling

Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chopped up like Richtr’s alias

I’m fading away

My position in space

Oh well

A Chekovian smil

Chekovian smile

A Chekovian smile of last orchards

A Chekovian smile of last orchards

Softened mother’s face

Oooooooh soften mother’s face

Softened mother’s face

Softened mother’s face as she looked up from the Star

Coney Island

Richter’s 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

Huh

A Chekovian smile

A Chekovian smile

A Chekovian smile of last orchards yeah

Soften mother’s face

Softened mother’s face

Softened mother’s 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 lunettess

Soften mother’s face

Softened mother’s face

Softened mother’s face as she looked up from the star

Coney Island

Richter’s 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 a generational divide

It’s getting wild

I’ll fall in a generational divide was I born too late

For the golden days of my nanny state?

We’d never cry and I side with the generational divide