
Date of issue: 07.05.2018
Song language: English
Pretty Boy |
If it were up to me |
I’d turn you into a stone |
And turn the lights down low for effect |
And I’d steal your cigarettes and I’d be |
Softer than I am through cigarette smoke |
And if anybody asks, I’ll say I did it as a joke, so |
But how about his loneliness, he gets it from his mom |
100 dollars for his haircut, but a smile from God |
And when he touches you you’ll wonder how he keeps his hands so soft |
He got some money from his grandma |
Guess he’ll never have a job |
Oh pretty boy (pretty boy) |
Don’t speak (don't speak) |
You pretty boys (pretty boys) |
Are only good for one thing (for one thing) |
But anyways |
That isn’t even what I meant to say |
I meant to sing a song to you to make you fall asleep |
And I wouldn’t have to talk to you and you wouldn’t talk to me |
But I could lay on top of you and soak in all your heat |
Don’t let them catch you crying, boy, if it didn’t really hurt |
She took a drink to jog her memory but it didn’t really work |
She meant to sing a song but couldn’t memorize the words |
She only knew the chorus she had to mumble through the verse |
Oh pretty boy (pretty boy) |
Don’t think (don't think) |
You pretty boys (pretty boys) |
Are only good for one thing (for one thing) |