| Hey little party girl,
Where do you wanna go,
I didnt come from your scene,
So many people that I should know
Like every door guy in this city,
Only looks at you cuz you're pretty,
And the boutique girls and theme night druggies,
Take you in the back
(You put your head on the mirror)
And ooh baby keeps it with her now,
And ooh baby's got a hand full of things she calls
excuses,
Yeah you're real pretty pretty,
Your're pretty strung out for a girl
Maybe there's a gas station open,
And a little money on my card,
So I can buy some half and half,
Cuz even the mornings they seem so hard
And look at you, you never fell to bed,
You're still typing on your phone w'yer cigarette
Saying I should stop being so cynical,
Cuz we're hotter when we don't give a damn,
(so smash yer head in the mirror)
And ooh baby keeps it with her now,
And ooh baby's got a purse full of things she calls
excuses,
Yeah you're real pretty pretty,
Your're pretty strung out for a girl
Ooh baby keeps it with her now
And ooh baby's got a hand full of things she calls
excuses,
Yeah you're real pretty pretty,
Pretty pretty baby now,
And ooh baby keeps it with her now
And ooh baby's got a mouth full of things she calls
excuses,
Yeah you're real pretty pretty,
Your're pretty strung out for a girl |
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