Bethamphetamine (Pretty, Pretty)

"Bethamphetamine (Pretty, Pretty)"Hey little party girlWhere do you wanna goI didn't come from your sceneSo many people i should knowLike every door guy in this cityOnly lets you in cuz you're prettyAnd the boutique girls and theme nightDruggiesTake you in the back(You put your head on the mirror)Maybe threes a gas station openAnd a little money on my cardSo i can buy some half and halfCuz even mornings they seem so hardAnd look at you, you never fell to bedYou're still typing on your phoneW& yer cigaretteSaying i should stop being so cynicalWe're hotter when we don't give a damn(So smash yer head on the mirror)And ooooh baby baby baby keeps it with herOoh baby baby, babies got a purse fullOf things she calls excusesReal pretty prettyYou're pretty down and out for a girl