Prince - Illusion, Coma, Pimp & Circumstance Lyrics

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Chorus: 
She knew which fork 2 use 
But she couldn't dance 
So he hipped her 2 the funk 
In exchange 4 the finance 
Who's pimpin who when 
Nobody gets a second chance 
This is the story of illusion 
coma, pimp and circumstance 

She was older 
But rich beyond compare. 
She'd drop a thousand dollars 
At the salon 
Just to get her hair did 
He was good at compliments 
Better in the bunk 
She laced him with a crib in Paris. 
He hipped her 2 the funk 

Way 2 fine he was 4 her, 
A dirty dog in expensive fur 
As long as she's providing chips 
And whips 
We can do this funky thang 

As long as she was playing host 
He figured he would make the most 
Of those hips and lips 
He hooked her up rocked her coast to coast funky thang 
She was so ugly 
But rich beyond compare 
Dropped a couple hundred thousand 
Dollars on a silver whip 
Just 2 match the color of her hair 

She said, "I got plenty of what U need 
Put the spoon down honey 
come on let mama feed ya." 

Chorus 

Where was I oh yeah 
A gentleman he was 
He never spoke about her nose 

So prominent because 
In the dark it glowed 
If she was only tan 
Instead of so Lily White 
Her name was Doris 
But he called her Flo 
As in 'rescent 
that ain't right 
Florescent 
Every night 
A situation bound to fail 
As sure as Doris' skin was pale 

Money might talk 
But what does it say 
"Boy I used to be fine back in the day" 

Chorus 

Now Dance 
Dance 

He spent her money oh so well 
Takin baths in cold cristal 
He took a trip 2 burn an old flame in 'Frisco like Wow! 

When Doris caught him in her arms she shrugged her shoulders and said,"No harm...Just put your name on this pre-nup and we can all hit the disco!" 

Chorus 

Now Dance! 
 

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