Artista:
Butch Walker
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Hey little party girl,Where do you wanna go?I didn’t come from your scene,So many people that I should knowLike every door guy in this cityOnly looks at you ‘cause you’re prettyAnd the boutique girls and theme night druggiesTake you in the back(You put your head on the mirror)And ooh, baby keeps it with her now,And ooh, baby’s got a handful of things she calls excusesYeah you’re real pretty pretty,You’re pretty strung-out for a girlMaybe there’s a gas station openAnd a little money on my card,So I can buy some half-and-half,‘Cause even the mornings, they seem so hardAnd look at you, you never fell to bed,You’re still typing on your phone with your cigaretteSaying I should stop being so cynical,‘Cause we’re hotter when we don’t give a damn(So smash your hand in the mirror)And ooh, baby keeps it with her now,And ooh, baby’s got a purse full of things she calls excusesYeah you’re real pretty pretty,You’re pretty strung-out for a girlOoh, baby keeps it with her nowAnd ooh, baby’s got a handful of things she calls excusesYeah you’re real pretty pretty,Pretty pretty baby now,And ooh, baby keeps it with her nowAnd ooh, baby’s got a mouthful of things she calls excusesYeah you’re real pretty pretty,You’re pretty strung-out for a girl
