Pretty Boy - TV Girl

Composed by：Bradley Robert Petering

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 haundred 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

Huuu huuu

Huuu huuu

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

Huuu huuu

Huuu huuu