Lyrics Pretty Things - Fein

Pretty Things

I stand na-a-a-a-aked waiting for my sickly body to take shape
Don’t look!
I’m still getting ready
All my happiness just a year away
I spend all my waking hours grazing through the shadows still no luck
I stand neck-deep in the water as it rises up, yeah it rises up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
All my friends are interesting, photogenic, pretty things
Can’t help showing it off
And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies
Can’t make sense of it all
I sweat;
running, baby running
Plastic picket fences, line my sight
Tonight, (gotta) gotta hit the treadmill
Gonna burn that body, make it
(Pop, pop, pop, pop!) *pop*
Par-ti-cals, pe-cu-liar vec-tor grown muscles
De-hy-drate, acc-ent-u-ate my soft abdomen
Oh, all my friends are interesting, photogenic, pretty things
Can’t help showing it off
And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies
Can’t make sense of it all
Oh, all my friends are interesting, photogenic, pretty things
Can’t help showing it off
And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies
Can’t make sense of it all