Pretty Pink Cooter Cat - KillingFloorSkip

Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd end up just like me Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd float down to the sea Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd say just what you pleased Without the sticky little kitten Your ticket could never be free Without your tight little denim Your virtues would all go unknown Without the room that you live in Your cancer would eat through the bone Your muscles would bulge underground Your demons would all be around Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd end up just like me Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd end up just like me Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd burn all these dying leaves Without the pretty pink ribbon You would lift this steaming herd You would kill all the sick ones You would bury them deep in the earth Without the tight little denim Your virtues would all go unknown Without the room that you live in Your cancer would eat through the bone Your muscles would bulge underground Your demons would all be around Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd end up just like me

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