Pretty

Pretty What a backwards kind of temper For this sunny of a view You're so good at asking questions That you know the answer to I wish someway, somehow What’s coming out of my mouth Was something poetic, something witty Baby can't you see You’re so fuc*** pretty You’re so fuc*** pretty Baby can’t you see You’re so fuc*** pretty You’re so fuc*** pretty Through your hang-ups and your triggers I can see a side of you It can blind me when it flickers And that's what I hold on to Baby can't you see You’re so fuc*** pretty You’re so fuc*** pretty Baby can’t you see You’re so fuc*** pretty You’re so fuc*** pretty Baby Can't you see You’re so fuc*** pretty Baby Can't you see You’re so fuc*** pretty Baby can't you see You’re so fuc*** pretty You’re so fuc*** pretty