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Let's drink wine and tell a few liesCall a few friends, talk about the end'Cause in your eyes I only see quietYour rink shack smile, ironic hair styleFiller back for a photo booth shootAnd pout your lips like the Cosmo girls doLets drink wine and tell a few liesCall a few friends, talk about the endWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh ohWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh ohPink and purple and yellow and blueAnd a mouth that's crying out for lipstick tooWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexyIn 1984 in the Levi's that you woreEmote immortal eyes, Mike Bossy shoots it wideIn playoff time we never saw you smileBut everybody knew that you'd know what to doLetras de cancionesFiller back for a photo-booth shootAnd pout your lips like the Cosmo girls doIn 1984 in the Levi's that you woreEmote immortal eyes, Mike Bossy shoots it wideWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh ohWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh ohPink and purple and yellow and blueAnd a mouth that's crying out for lipstick tooWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexySome dreams realize, some don't materializeSome lovers never meet by mistake on the streetI hang you there on the mantle by the stairsBeside the litho of Lord Black who never bloody called me backWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh ohWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy oh ohPink and purple and yellow and blueAnd a mouth that's crying out for lipstick tooWarhol's portrait of GretzkyPretty fucking sexy, pretty fucking sexy From Letras Mania