Drunk Tank Pink

Don't wanna land like a feather on a goldmine Part of the plan is to end up in a mess Yeah I'm drawn to the enigma, so cold-eyed Can we collide? You're like a drug, a gateway to my senses Empty lakebed, fire essence Anything you want babe I'll wrap my head around it And we could take a trip up to the Mona Lisa Guided by the golden teacher Wanna groove into your grooves into back room of the Louvre Don't wanna land like a feather on a goldmine Part of the plan is to end up in a mess Yeah I'm drawn to the enigma, so cold-eyed Can we collide? Think drunk tank pink Drunk tank pink Think drunk tank pink We'll come down eventually Think drunk tank pink Drunk tank pink Think drunk tank pink We'll come down eventually