And when it rains, it rains Orange juice and pink lemonade As I have four weeks, she brings her A-game Is it any wonder why I've been feeling so fucked up? And when it rains, it rains Orange juice and pink lemonade Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes She left me feeling real fucked up Sexy missionary from the East She paints like Picasso and digs jazzy beats Sips Guinness, Garou, she's spinning on repeat These minutes into hours and these days into weeks She sits pretty overthinking her speech But there ain't nobody else who dare speak But just don't mess with her parameters Her old man's in the mafia, a stone cold killer All us Englishmen are amateurs And when it rains, it rains Orange juice and pink lemonade As I have four weeks, she brings her A-game Is it any wonder why I've been feeling so fucked up? And when it rains, it rains Orange juice and pink lemonade Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes She left me feeling real fucked up La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Well, it could be better, could be worse This mediocrity is just the least I deserve Cause I've been putting in the work But does the strong work ethic actually work? Sometimes I feel I'm sowing seeds just to feed the birds And these pearlescent pigeons come and scratch up my turf But what's my better nature worth? Cause I give a little something but get nothing in return And when it rains, it rains Orange juice and pink lemonade As I have four weeks, she brings her A-game Is it any wonder why I've been feeling so fucked up? And when it rains, it rains Orange juice and pink lemonade Her champagne tears falling heavy on my suede shoes She left me feeling real fucked up La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la