Texty: Billy Bob Thornton. Purple Passion.

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"
At least you could grant me a wish

We?ll drink purple passion
We?ll drink purple passion
We?ll drink purple passion
?Til we?re black and blue

She pulled out a night stick
A placed it into my hand
She said, "You?re the cop, baby"