"Bethamphetamine (Pretty, Pretty)"
Hey little party girl
Where do you wanna go
I didn`t come from your scene
So many people i should know
Like every door guy in this city
Only lets you in cuz you`re pretty
And the boutique girls and theme night
Druggies
Take you in the back
(You put your head on the mirror)
Maybe threes a gas station open
And a little money on my card
So i can buy some half and half
Cuz 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
We`re hotter when we don`t give a damn
(So smash yer head on the mirror)
And ooooh 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
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