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