«Pink pants and rosy plants Pink blouses, never failing to arouse spouses Pink hot feverish lips Passionate pants of pink Love letters dipped in pink ink You see! You see! Pink is my colour Pink is the sweet side of wild Quite mild Like a little lost baby child Of all the colours compiled Pink is romantic and disarming All pink roses are ever so charming Pink is my colour The fruit juices I drink Are always colour pink With favourable odours Igniting my fire making me desire more and more Think! Think! Pink always links With erotic pleasant stinks Those flirty winks Combining with pink Creating an effect of kink, kink, kinky! Pink is my colour Refined or raw Pink is my colour And the colour of my door Pink is my colour And the only colour I adore» — Sylvia Chidi