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 asks, I'll 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 (pretty boy)
Don’t speak (don't speak)
You pretty boys (pretty boys)
Are only good for one thing (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
And I 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 (pretty boy)
Don’t think (don't think)
You pretty boys (pretty boys)
Are only good for one thing (for one thing)
