Lyrics Pretty Great - Live at Scala London - Fickle Friends

Are you ready?
Thank you so much
This song's called "Pretty Great"

Kissed someone at a party
Apparently, they were pretty great
I've not a clue what they look like
'Cause they were all up in my face
In the background, there were fireworks exploding
I could tell it was a pivotal moment
When our lips touched
It felt like love
It felt like love

No, I can't remember
What is their name?
'Cause I drank too much and got carried away

I just can't get you out of my head
Sharing our secrets in my best friend's bed
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best
(Said I was the fucking best)
Now I'm alone and I feel so dead
Wish I could be talking to you instead
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best
(Said I was the fucking best)

Met someone at a party
I think we had mutual friends
I didn't make much effort
Because I didn't know what to expect
In the early hours, things got messy
Then my memory blanks, so I'm just guessing
That I got lost
And fell in love
I fell in love

No, I can't remember
What is their name? (Come on)
'Cause I drank tequila and got carried away

I just can't get you out of my head
Sharing our secrets in my best friend's bed
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best
(Said I was the fucking best)
Now I'm alone and I feel so dead
Wish I could be talking to you instead
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best
(Said I was the fucking best)

(Guys, I want you to all get down)
(Everyone down, even at the top, I can see you)
(Get on down)

And how much did I miss? (Yep)
And then it hits me- (you get down)
(I can see you goin' mate)
And I remember
Yes, I remember it all (let's go)

Guarding the door as I get dressed
Rolling a cigarette with such finesse
That's a picture I won't ever forget
Yeah, it was the fucking best
(Yeah, it was the fucking best)

I just can't get you out of my head
Sharing our secrets in my best friend's bed
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best
I just can't get you out of my head
Sharing our secrets in my best friend's bed
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best

Thank you, London!
You fucking rule!