bethamphetamine (pretty pretty)

Hey, little party girl
 Where do you wanna go?
 I didn't come from your scene
 So many people that I should know
 Like every door guy in this city
 He 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
 You're pretty strong 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 mornings they seem so hard
 And look at you, you never fell to bed
 You're still typing on your phone with your cigarette
 Saying I should stop being so cynical
 'Cuz we're hotter when we don't give a damn
 So smash your head on 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
 You're pretty strong out for a girl
 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
 Pretty, pretty, pretty 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
 You're pretty strong out for a girl