Pretty Boy

If it were up to me

I'd turn you into a stone

And turn the lights down low for effect

And I'd steal your cigarettes and I'd be

Softer than I am through cigarette smoke

And if anybody asks, I'll say I did it as a joke, so

But how about his loneliness? He gets it from his mom

A hundred dollars for his haircut, but a smile from God

And when he touches you, you'll wonder how he keeps his hands so soft

He got some money from his grandma

Guess he'll never have a job

Oh, pretty boy (pretty boy)

Don't speak (don't speak)

You pretty boys (pretty boys)

Are only good for one thing (for one thing)

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

But anyways

That isn't even what I meant to say

I meant to sing a song to you to make you fall asleep

And I wouldn't have to talk to you and you wouldn't talk to me

But I could lay on top of you and soak in all your heat

Don't let them catch you crying, boy, if it didn't really hurt

She took a drink to jog her memory, but it didn't really work

She meant to sing a song, but couldn't memorize the words

She only knew the chorus, she had to mumble through the verse

Oh, pretty boy (pretty boy)

Don't think (don't think)

You pretty boys (pretty boys)

Are only good for one thing (for one thing)

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)