Purple Passion

Purple pa*sion 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 pa*sion We'll drink purple pa*sion We'll drink purple pa*sion '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"