Lyrics Bethamphetamine (pretty Pretty)

Hey little party girl
Where do you wanna go
I didn't come from your scene
So many people that i should know

Like every door guy in this city
Only looks at you cause you're pretty
And the boutique girls
And theme night druggies
Take 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 hand full
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah you're real pretty, pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl

Maybe threes a gas station open
And a little money on my card
So i can buy some half and half
Cause even mornings they seem so hard

And look at you, you never fell to bed
You're still typing on your phone
With your cigarette
Saying i should stop being so cynical
Cause we're hotter when we don't give a damn
So smash your head in the mirror

And ooh, baby keeps it with her now
And ooh, baby's got a purse full
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah you're real pretty, pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl

And ooh, baby keeps it with her now
And ooh, baby's got a hand full
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah you're real pretty, pretty
Pretty pretty baby now

And ooh, baby keeps it with her now
And ooh, baby's got a mouth full
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah you're real pretty, pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl