Lyrics Pretty Girl - No Address

Pretty Girl

She’s just a pretty girl
Who comes around here
To make you smile
Red wine all stains your lips
And baby I’d like to wipe it off
But I can’t bare to touch you now
Your eyes are looking down
Right into the pavement
And I hope you know
That I tried to change your mind
Twenty floors up baby says
She just sometimes wants to jump
She holds a drink, she holds a dream
But that’s not all
Hand in your pockets
Jingling on your keys and I can’t stop it And I hope you don’t