Hey little party girl
|
Where do you wanna go
|
I didn't come from your scene
|
So many people i should know
|
Like every door guy in this city
|
Only looks at you 'cause you're pretty
|
And the boutique girls and theme night
|
Druggies
|
Take you in the back
|
(you put your head on the mirror)
|
Maybe there's a gas station open
|
And a little money on my card
|
So i can buy some half and half
|
Cause even mornings they seem so hard
|
And look at you, you never fell to bed
|
You're still typing on your phone
|
With yer cigarette
|
Saying i should stop being so cynical
|
'cause were hotter when we don't give a damn
|
(so smash yer head on the mirror)
|
And oh baby baby baby keeps it with her
|
Ooh baby baby, babies got a purse full
|
Of things she calls excuses
|
Real pretty pretty
|
You're pretty down and out for a girl
|
|
-----------------
|
Bethamphetamine (Pretty, Pretty)
|
| Butch Walker |
