Why not to have…
…take me to a hot pink experience. Be my palette, color my room again. Be my painter, take these wings, break them in thousands, give me new ones, smile to me.
Throw me throe a hot pink toboggan, shake my legs again, snap me now!
Why not to die after…
A hot pink life, a grey sky, and these two small hands around yours.
Pick me! Show it, do it, come… hot pink warrior, swords of tears, eyes of stone.
Why not to lick a hot pick ice cream doll… show me that world, grab some pain with you, don’t eat it alone.
There’s a hot pink dinning room for two, would you paint it for me?