Pink - Julia Michaels

He’s got a thing for fitness, seven days a week

But I don’t really care unless he’s working out with me

He’s got a thing for flowers, but only certain kinds

And by certain kinds I mean, only if it’s mine

Don’t get enough, he don’t get enough

I don’t get enough, he don’t get enough of me

Don’t get enough, I don’t get enough

He don’t get enough, I don’t get enough

There’s no innuendos, it’s exactly what you think

Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink

Pink

We get palpitations when the week is slow

Yeah baby we get anxious mostly on the days we don’t

Use physics to fit in our love

Use physics to fit in our love

Don’t get enough, he don’t get enough

I don’t get enough, he don’t get enough of me

Don’t get enough, I don’t get enough

He don’t get enough, I don’t get enough

There’s no innuendos, it’s exactly what you think

Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink

Pink, that he loves the color pink

Open up your mind

Wanna walk through the corridors and open doors

I wonder if they’re pink

Open up your mind

Wanna walk through the corridors and open doors

I wonder if they’re pink

Don’t get enough, he don’t get enough

I don’t get enough, he don’t get enough of me

Don’t get enough, I don’t get enough

He don’t get enough, I don’t get enough

There’s no innuendos, it’s exactly what you think

Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink

Pink

Believe me when I tell you that he loves the color pink