Lyrics: 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 fucking pretty?

You're so fucking pretty

Baby, can't you see

You're so fucking pretty?

You're so fucking 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 fucking pretty?

You're so fucking pretty

Baby, can't you see

You're so fucking pretty?

You're so fucking pretty


Baby, can't you see

You're so fucking pretty?

Baby, can't you see

You're so fucking pretty?


Baby, can't you see

You're so fucking pretty?

You're so fucking pretty