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Growing up, our rental had a pink kitchen That's why my mum picked it To go with her pink dishes And our house was filled with everything And everything was always pink The toothbrush on the bathroom sink and all Baby at sixteen, not even her full height Maybe, she hates me, that's fine I made her resentful, cause I resemble parental When she was young and rebel Young and rebel It's pink, everything is pink Mama, don't you think everything looks nice? Pink, dyeing my hair pink Paint my kitchen pink Mama, don't you think of me? Mum dated this guy she met online around 2007 Briefcase, suit and tie, the business type Right in the great recession First it weren't so bad, 'til he got mad Said I'm not calling him Dad Ugly, angry and mean, beating on me I'm seventeen, what's his beef? Letras de canciones Blame it on her, she stayed all of those years And I didn't get it, the life she feared When everything settled, I finally got out Put a deposit down, and painted the town pink It's pink, everything is pink Mama, don't you think everything looks nice? Pink, dyeing my hair pink Paint my kitchen pink Mama, don't you think of me? From Letras Mania