Lyrics Butch Walker – Bethamphetamine (Pretty, Pretty)

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)
Maybe there’s 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
With yer cigarette
Saying i should stop being so cynical
’cause were hotter when we don’t give a damn
(so smash yer head on the mirror)
And oh baby baby baby keeps it with her
Ooh baby baby, babies got a purse full
Of things she calls excuses
Real pretty pretty
You’re pretty down and out for a girl