Shes got this pink white shirt, a ball and chain for me
But I know I don't get around
She's got everything there, her hair, it floats on air
But I know that nothing is free
So c'mon, so c'mon
We can get out on that floor, c'mon, c'mon
We'll get down, down to a town where it's hot
And times goes tick tock on a clock
Where you were my best friend
Will you still hold my hand?
She's got these pink panties that everyone can see
Laughing while she's asking me about my bed sheet spread
About the things she'll see, about the drinks I drink
Will you hold my hand?