Il testo della Illusion, coma, pimp & circumstance

Prince

pochette album Illusion, coma, pimp & circumstance

She knew which fork 2 use
But she couldn't dance
So he hipped her 2 the funk
In exchange 4 the finance
Who's pimping who when
Nobody gets a second chance?
This is the story of illusion, coma, pimp & circumstance

She was older
But rich beyond compare
She'd drop a thousand dollars
At the salon
Just 2 get her hair did
He was good at compliments
Better in the bunk
She laced him with a crib in paris
He hipped her 2 the funk

Way 2 fine he was 4 her
A dirty dog in expensive fur
As long as she's providing chips and whips
We can do this funky thang
As long as she was playing the host
He figured he would make the most of them hips and lips
He hooked her up, rocked her coast 2 coast

She was so ugly
But rich beyond compare
Dropped a couple hundred thousand
Dollars on a silver whip
Just 2 match the color of her hair

She said "eye got plenty of what u need
Put the spoon down honey
Come on let mama feed u"

Where was eye? oh yeah
A gentleman he was
He never spoke about her nose
So prominent because
In the dark it glowed
If she was only tan
Instead of so lily white
Her name was doris
But he called her "flo"

As in 'rescent
That ain't right
Fluorescent
Every night
A situation bound 2 fail
As sure a doris'
Skin was pale

Money might talk
But what does it say?
"u better get busy if u wanna get paid
Boy, eye was fine back in the day"

She knew which fork 2 use
But she couldn't dance
So he hipped her 2 the funk
In exchange 4 the finance
Who's pimping who when
Nobody gets a second chance?
That's the story of illusion, coma, pimp & circumstance

Now dance
Dance

He spent her money oh so well
Takin' baths in cold cristal
He took a trip 2 burn an old flame in 'frisco
Like wow!

When doris caught him in her arms
She shrugged her shoulders and said "no harm..."
"just put ur name on this pre-nup
And we can all hit the disco!"