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Purple passion
(Billy Bob Thornton/Randy Mitchell/Mitzi Dawn Jenkins)
Purple Passion in the glove box under a map And a couple of joints and some Dentyne under my cap As a general rule I don't monkey around with toys But she needed more than you could get from the average boy She said I'll never see you again But at least you could grant me a wish We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion Till we're black and blue She pulled out a night stick and placed it into my hand She said, You're the cop, baby, but this thing's the man She said, I'll show you why my old man's not what it's about And if you tell anyone, I'll slash the tires on your house She said I'll never see you again At least you granted my wish We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion Till we're black and blue A junk yard of junk food in between the seats It might not be heaven but it's a warm place to be Empty wrappers and a broken radio And two broken hearts and not a single place to go Love is so easy when you're playing a game But when you're there every day, every day is the same I never saw her again, I guess it's just as well I'd rather let her old man live the nightmare of white trash hell We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion Till we're black and blue We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion We'll drink Purple Passion Till we're black and blue