The elixir of elegance, eloquence, extravagance
The ethereal felicity, luminescent and pink
The pristine, ebullient, cute pink
The opposite of arrogance

That’s all they like
(And isn’t it right?)
And isn’t it right?
Or maybe it’s wrong
I get a bad feeling

That’s all they like
(And isn’t it right?)
And isn’t it right?
Or maybe it’s wrong
I get a bad feeling

I get a bad feeling
It’s petrichor lassitude
Weary heart glows, glassy along
In all the light, you grow inure

That’s all they like