Doggy Pinky Bird Video (MV)

One, two, three to the four
Like slim we sing
And we bounce to the floor
Being weird man
Being real or being cold
You can change your hair
And you can paint
All your clothes
Look down there
It's the taste of the dark
It's the punk
It's the pop
It's the doggy pinky bird
Tell them they're fine
Maybe some of they are not
But the point of the joke
It's make people stand
And jump
Feel the neon noon
Look her eyes
And feel the joy
You can scream
You can judge
But for me is too beautiful
With those eyes
You can hurt girls and boys
But you love so much
What they're wear
Or what they're not
In the middle of the night
He can touch you can die
And the people just said
That you can't scream so loud
I bite too
And I see by the flume
Of the real
Of the fake
Of your mother f*cking face