I was riding to my dumpster on a warm July day, pulled up in my truck just to throw some things away. I look out to my left, noticed what I couldn't see, our air dancer is gone, oh lord where could it be?
Please, pink dancer, come back to me. We got ice cream cones, filled with mascarpone, as delicious as could be. Please, pink dancer, don't you hide yourself away. Guide those families, to our Creamery, on a warm, summer day.
I said, please pink dancer, don't you leave without a f***t. We made through the tornado we had the other night. Please pink dancer, don't forget where you belong. We love you so, we hope you know, by the end of this here song.
