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Illusion, Coma, Pimp & Circumstance - Prince
She knew which fork to use
But she couldn't dance
So he hipped her to the funk
In exchange for the finance
Who's pimping who when
Nobody gets a second chance
This is the story of illusion
Come pimp and circumstance
She was older
But rich beyond compare
She'd drop a thousand dollars
At the salon
Just to get her hair did
He was good at compliments
Better in the bunk
She laced him with a crib in Paris
He hipped her to the funk
Way to fine he was for 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 host
He figured he would make the most
Of those hips and lips
He hooked her up rocked
Her coast to coast funky thang
She was so ugly
But rich beyond compare
Dropped a couple hundred thousand
Dollars on a silver whip
Just to match the color of her hair
She said I got plenty of what U need
Put the spoon down honey
Come on let mama feed ya
Where was I 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 resent
That ain't right
Florescent
Every night
A situation bound to fail
As sure as Doris' skin was pale
Money might talk
But what does it say
Boy I used to be fine back in the day
Now Dance
Dance
He spent her money oh so well
Taking baths in cold cristaly
He took a trip to 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 your name on this
Prenup and we can all hit the disco
Now Dance
