Pond - Pink Lunettes lyrics

Oooh 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 Richtеr's alias I'm fading away My position in space Oh well A Chekovian smilе 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