Pink Skirt

[Caravan Ray]

Pink Skirt
- Caravan Ray

I got a pink skirt
and stiletto shoes
I'm gonna shake my money-maker
I've got those cross-dressing blues

Come see wiggle, come see me dance, come see me wiggle, put some money down my pants
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
It's Saturday night I go to town again, I got my pink skirt on and I dance for fancy men
My firm, round buttocks wrapped up in pure, pink silk
I'm looking good, but I've got those blues

I got my pink skirt
I got my high-heel shoes
I got my gimp mask
I got my stock whip
I got my fishnet stockings
I got my pink skirt

[Andy Balham]

Pink Skirt by Andy Balham

Everyday get up get dressed, once a week Sunday best
But all the time there’s something that don’t fit
Fancy shirts tailored suits, cashmere coat Cox’s boots
They’re all fine but they don’t make me tick

Cos when you’re out and no ones round
I’m in your closet to see what’s found

I’m dancing round the living room
And I’m spinning in the hall
When I’m wearing your pink skirt
I feel a freedom that I've never felt before

Back to work on Monday morn, constrictive suits must be worn
But inside I dream of being free
To put on just what feels best, who gives a damn if it’s a dress
I can’t stop myself from me

Cos when you’re out and no ones round
I’m in your closet to see what’s found

I’m dancing round the living room
And I’m spinning in the hall
When I’m wearing your pink skirt
I feel a freedom that I've never felt before

One day you came home early, as I danced around the house
A look of shock across your face, I feared you throw me out
Instead you came and joined me, in my cross-dressing joy
Me wrapped in your pink skirt and you suited like a boy

We’re dancing round the living room
And we’re spinning in the hall
When I’m wearing your pink skirt
We feel a freedom that we've never felt before

[Bell Green]

Pink Skirt - Bell Green

Saturday morning in her pink skirt
I stood beside her in my evening shirt
We smiled at each other like old friends
Wasn't it time that we made amends

Saturday lunchtime in her pink skirt
Our friends had told us to forget the hurt
The bride and the groom both smiled at us
That was our signal not to make a fuss

I'm sure they could see
There had been misery
Between her and me
I thought we should leave

Saturday evening in her pink skirt
By now it was getting all covered in dirt
Wearing the colour that I liked the most
I gritted my teeth through the last toast

By now they could see
There had been misery
Between her and me
There was no need to flee

Saturday midnight in her pink skirt
The evening was ending with a sweet dessert
We looked at each other like old friends
I don't think we'd ever make amends

[Kamakura]

Pink Skirt by Kamakura

Pink skirts don’t do it for me, though I know I should be swayed by genetic propriety. And though I’m not a synesthete; if you could turn your smiling face into a colour, that colour would be Gold! And your gold rocks my boat. I’ll wear the pink if you wear gold and here is my final thought: I love you. Whatever you do makes my world. Don’t ever change who you are. I only ask: Please burn that damn pink skirt! ‘cause pink skirts don’t do it for me, though I know my fashion sense is out of whack, like a Christmas pudding in the spring the best time for love. Walking down the boulevard hand in hand, I’ll buy you pink roses.

[astrolamb]

Pink Skirt - Astrolamb

Mommas gonna say to stay inside
Daddys gonna make me wanna run and hide
Sisters gonna laugh but it's alright
I'm gonna wear my pink skirt out tonight

Gotta wear my pink skirt (pink skirt, pink skirt)
Gotta wear my pink skirt (when I dance)

It's crazy on the dancefloor but I don't mind
Look at how they all wanna bump and grind
Baby they can't see what is hidden beneath
But this old pink skirt got 'em shufflin . . .

Gotta wear my pink skirt (pink skirt, pink skirt)
Gotta wear my pink skirt (when I dance)

[boltoph]

Pink Skirt by GERT

You must know, you've got the best of me in a whole
and it shows, I don't ask much, just wear a short skirt
Hook up my frown, take you around town
Just want to feel your style
I don't ask much except that you wear your pink smile

The way you walk, rock and sway
Is so unkind
You could be anyone, or anything
It blows my mind
To see that pink skirt slide
See that pink skirt slide
See it lying on the floor
In my mind

Got to be, the tightest thing I've ever seen
one look at you in your skirt, puts my face in the dirt
I won't ask, so you don't have to answer
you might get the wrong impression
Kill the pink light I see you in

Take off your lipstick
Lower the blinds
We can leave the lights on
this time
To see that pink skirt slide
See that pink skirt slide
To see it slide just
Erases my mind

I see her juices running down her legs
In the night time heat we can't escape
It's got me
She's got me burning up

I see the pink truth
see that hard pink truth
That you've been trying
Yea, trying to hide
But when that pink skirt slides
When that tight skirt slides
To see it slide
Just changes my mind
To see that pink skirt slide
To see that pink skirt slide
To see it slide
Just changes my mind

GERT is:

Leaf - Drums
Smalltown Mike - Vocals
The Hip Cola - Vocals, Mixing, Mastering
Boltoph - Vocals, Guitars
Tonetripper - Vocals, Bass
Deshead - B3 organ

[Ross]

Pink Skirt

by Ross Durand

Carolina made her way upstairs to clean the attic out the other day
She took one bag for trash, one for things to keep, and one for things to give away
In an old brown box she found a cute pink skirt that looked like it just might fit
She was a little confused, cause it came from a box that said "Grandma's clothes" on it

It had pleasts down the front, and hung ot the knee
It was authentic retro, naturally
It was gonna look great on Friday night
But it couldn't be grandma's - cause hse lived in black-and-white

Well you shoulda seen teh look on grandpa's face when Carolina came down the stairs
For just a moment I think he believed that grandma was still there
Well teh wetness in his eye was somewhere between total joy and endless hurt
Carolina was a spittin image of grandma, standing there in that pink skirt

Grandpa pointed to a picture that had been on the hearth for as long as carolina knew
"Don't you think," he said, after clearing his throat, "that she looked a bit like you?"
The photo had a new life though it was taken with film that only showed black, white, and gray
It was granma's honeymoon and she was in teh same skirt that Carolina was wearing today

It had pleats down the front, and hung to the knee
It was authentic retro, naturally
It was gonna look great on Friday night
And I guess it was grandma's
She never livd in black-and-white.

[gduncan]

Sell Crazy

East End dancing in the street, French beat.
Bombs upon the Underground, shocked town.
Empty house the rooms all bare, no life there.
I remember everything, is that a blessing?

You in a pink skirt and dancing on the lawn.
Wine fuelled ravers who'll chase away the dawn.
When you said forever, I thought you meant with me.

Protests clashing with police, no peace.
People singing in the park, take heart.
Argue over something small, love stall.
Don't remeber everything, is it a blessing?

Talking love, you burnt me, everyway it's possible.
Thinking back, why can't I, remember just the good in you.

Gareth.