PrinceIllusion, Coma, Pimp & Circumstance

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, coma, pimp & 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 thing 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 to coast 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 "Eye got plenty of what you need Put the spoon down honey Come on let mama feed you" 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, coma, pimp & circumstance 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 to fail As sure as Doris? Skin was pale Money might talk But what does it say? "you better get busy if you want to get paid Boy, eye was fine back in the day" 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? 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 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 you're name on this pre-nup And we can all hit the disco!" 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, coma, pimp and circumstance 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, coma, pimp and circumstance Now, dance
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