Hey, little party girl Where do you wanna go? I didn't come from your scene So many people that I should know
Like every door guy in this city He only looks at you 'cuz you're pretty And the boutique girls and theme night druggies Take you in the back You put your head on the mirror
And ooh, baby keeps it with her now And ooh, baby's got a hand Full of things she calls excuses Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty You're pretty strong out for a girl
Maybe there's a gas station open And a little money on my card So I can buy some half and half 'Cuz even mornings they seem so hard
And look at you, you never fell to bed You're still typing on your phone with your cigarette Saying I should stop being so cynical 'Cuz we're hotter when we don't give a damn So smash your head in the mirror
And ooh, baby keeps it with her now And ooh, baby's got a purse Full of things she calls excuses Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty You're pretty strong out for a girl
And ooh, baby keeps it with her now And ooh, baby's got a hand Full of things she calls excuses Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty Pretty, pretty, pretty now
And ooh, baby keeps it with her now And ooh, baby's got a mouth Full of things she calls excuses Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty You're pretty strong out for a girlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.