She probably surfin BGOL somewhere.:lol:
[Verse 1: Janelle Monáe]
Pynk, like the inside of your... baby
Pynk behind all of the doors... crazy
Pynk, like the tongue that goes down... maybe
Pynk, like the paradise found
Pynk when you're blushing inside... baby
Pynk is the truth you can't...