My pretty baby takes the long way home
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold
He's a pastor to the feral youth
I'm a natural disaster sweeping through
Your town on a summer afternoon
My violet clouds ruining your June
My pretty baby takes the long way home
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold
I think I've met my match
And now my odds are stacked
I think I've met my match
I'm wild, but he's mad
The girls, they all gather to hear his prophetic blues
Oh, how they shatter when they discover I'm his muse
My pretty baby takes the long way home
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold
We're a cataclysmic crash
Violent in nature, we can't last
My pretty baby, now he really knows
That wild dreams can be sold
He's kissing sweet as his lies unfold
And I bewitch him, body and soul
I think he's met his match
And now his odds are stacked
I think he's met his match
I'm wild, but he's mad
I think he's met his match
And now his odds are stacked
I think he's met his match
I'm wild, but he's mad
