Текст песни Pretty Boy - TV Girl

If it were up to me I'd turn you into a
Stone and turn the lights down low
For effect and i'd steal your
Cigarettes and i'd be softer than i am
Through cigarette smoke and if
Anybody sees ill say i did it as a joke
So but how about his loneliness he
Gets it from his mom 100 dollars for
His haircut but a smile from god and
When he touches you you'll wonder
How he keeps his hands so soft he
Got some money from his grandma
Guess he'll never have a job
Oh pretty boy
Don't speak
You pretty boys
Are only good for one thing
But anyways that isn't even what i
Meant to say i meant to sing a song
To you to make you fall asleep so you
Wouldn't have to talk to you and you
Wouldn't talk to me but i could lay on
Top of you and soak in all your heat
Don't let them catch you crying boy
If it didn't really hurt she took a drink
To jog her memory but it didn't really
Work she meant to sing a song but
Couldn't memorize the words she
Only knew the chorus she had to
Mumble through the verse
Oh pretty boy
Don't think
You pretty boys
Are only good for one thing