Pretty Girls

Pretty girls

You're too good for this

How you break my heart

In this cold waiting room

Oh my, pretty girls

You're too good for this

Don't let 'em tell you you're nothing

Don't let 'em break your hearts, too

The TV is blaring and angry

As if you don't know why you're here

Those who walk without sin are so hungry

Don't let the wolves in, pretty girls

Your hearts are so trite and so innocent

Wind your flimsy blue gowns tight around you

Around curves so comely and sinister

They blame it on you, pretty girls

Oh, pretty girls

You're too good for this

How you break my heart

In this cold waiting room

Oh my, pretty girls

You're too good for this

Don't let 'em tell you you're nothing

Don't let 'em break your hearts, too

My girls, you're just like the heavens

Not a soul to take your hand in theirs

Your tears and wild constellations

Broad limbs and hard folding chairs

But there's millions to count you and keep you

And lovers that don't understand

Don't let 'em tell you you're nothing

'Cause you'll change the world, pretty girls

Come chain yourself 'round my ankles

You'll see the world like a bird

Diving down low, flying up high

Through all of these saccharine gutters we'll ride

And I won't say that I told you so

Won't say that I told you so

Won't say that I told you so

Won't say that I told you so