Bethamphetamine (Pretty Pretty) lyrics

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
Only looks at you 'cause you're pretty
And the boutique girls and theme night
Druggies
Take you in the back
(You put your head on the mirror)
And oooh baby keeps it with her now
Ooh baby's got a handful of things she calls excuses
Yeah you're real pretty pretty
Your pretty strung out for a girl
Maybe threes a gas station open
And a little money on my card
So I can buy some half and half
'cause even 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 on the mirror)
And ooooh baby keeps it with her
Ooh baby's got a handful
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl
OOOh baby keeps it with her now
Ooh baby's got a handful 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 mouthful of things she calles excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl
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