Pretty Boy
 作曲 : Bradley Robert Petering
If it were up to me
I'd turn u into a stone
and turn the lights down low for effect
and I steal ur cigarettes
and I'd be softer than I'm, 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
100 dollars for his haircut, but a smile for God
and when he touches u, u’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)
u pretty boys (pretty boys)
are only good for one thing (one thing)
Wooo, Wooowoowoo, Wooo, Wooowoowoo
but anyways
that isn’t even what I meant to say
I meant to sing a song to u to make u fall asleep
and I wouldn’t have to talk to u and u wouldn’t talk to me
but I could lay on top of u and soak in all ur heat
don’t let them catch u 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 though the verse
oh, pretty boy (pretty boy)
don’t think (don’t think)
u pretty boys (pretty boys)
are only good for one thing (one thing)
Wooo, Wooowoowoo, Wooo, Wooowoowoo