Prince - Illusion, Coma, Pimp & Circumstance Lyrics
Chorus:She knew which fork 2 useBut she couldn't danceSo he hipped her 2 the funkIn exchange 4 the financeWho's pimpin who whenNobody gets a second chanceThis is the story of illusioncoma, pimp and circumstanceShe was olderBut rich beyond compare.She'd drop a thousand dollarsAt the salonJust to get her hair didHe was good at complimentsBetter in the bunkShe laced him with a crib in Paris.He hipped her 2 the funkWay 2 fine he was 4 her,A dirty dog in expensive furAs long as she's providing chipsAnd whipsWe can do this funky thangAs long as she was playing hostHe figured he would make the mostOf those hips and lipsHe hooked her up rocked her coast to coast funky thangShe was so uglyBut rich beyond compareDropped a couple hundred thousandDollars on a silver whipJust 2 match the color of her hairShe said, "I got plenty of what U needPut the spoon down honeycome on let mama feed ya."ChorusWhere was I oh yeahA gentleman he wasHe never spoke about her noseSo prominent becauseIn the dark it glowedIf she was only tanInstead of so Lily WhiteHer name was DorisBut he called her FloAs in 'rescentthat ain't rightFlorescentEvery nightA situation bound to failAs sure as Doris' skin was paleMoney might talkBut what does it say"Boy I used to be fine back in the day"ChorusNow DanceDanceHe spent her money oh so wellTakin baths in cold cristalHe 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 your name on this pre-nup and we can all hit the disco!"ChorusNow Dance!
