Pink flamingo at buffet
Standing in line so out of place
I make my move towards sriracha
So spicy birds they got ya
Grab spatula with just one leg
Seductive searching for a mate
Bird flaps its wings it's far too late
Fatal attraction must be fate
Sex-crazed flamingo
How far will she go
Pink feather in her hair
To touch I would not dare
Eat chicken fingers while she waits
Across the room she makes her way
The tension builds while she pays
Not quite prepared I look away
She promptly moves to my booth
Soft blushing food suck in my tooth
She reaches opens up her bag
Spare key for me expression's glad
Sex-crazed flamingo
How far will she go
Pink feather in her hair
To touch I would not dare
Sex-crazed flamingo
How far will she go
Pink feather in her hair
To touch I would not dare