Pretty (In A Pretty Sort Of Way)

Take me where no lights shine in your room
 Take me where the cider tastes like perfume
 YOUR LOOK IS LAUGHABLE
 SO PORNOGRAPHABLE
 That's a place where nobody goes
 Take me where the train jumps the track
 Take me where your eyes become black holes
 In the reflection of
 Your lonely section of the train haunted by your own ghost
 You're so busy, I'd hate to interupt you
 But you're so precious, I'd love to corrupt you
 There's something odd about you, what it is I couldn't say
 You're just pretty in a pretty sort of way
 Only satisfied when you suffer
 Make a stone of your heart, break another
 Do you seek happiness
 A feather-in-your-cappiness
 Only satisfied when you cry
 Strike out on your self-righteous mission
 But your only God's repetition
 And if you missed this one
 There's more where that came from
 But someday you'll run out of nights
 I'm so jaded, I didn't want to ask you
 I've passed the point of holding anything past you
 There's something odd about you, what it is I couldn't say
 You're just pretty in a pretty sort of way
 I can't believe anyone could be
 So careless and not get caught
 I'll sit and count until your luck runs out
 You're going to fall so hard and I just want to watch
 On and on but why'd you go and leave me?
 There's something odd about you, what it is I couldn't say
 You're just pretty in a pretty sort of way