Pretty Thing

It's half passed when I pick you up

You say I'm early, so I wait in the front

Headlights in the pitch black

Good hearts in the far back

I remember we were blurring the glass

A hot breath as the tongue passed

Slow while you were flipping through the radio

Singing "Don't stop, don't stop"

Go where you won't think about it

Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up

Making noise with dreams

Sneaking smiles at the boys on the rooftops

It's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing

Fifty hands in the air, but it's all wrong

And their hearts all sink

I feel lowest on the top floor

Maybe, it's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing

I trace lines on my winter thighs

You make me nervous, so you're flashing a smile

You say this is what friends do

I'm all dolled up for you

There's a letter on the top of my dash

It reads "Jones, you're a real catch"

Well, I was hoping it would work out like that

But it's a damn fuss, let's just go where we don't think about it

Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up

Making noise with dreams

Sneaking smiles at the boys on the rooftops

It's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing

Fifty hands in the air, but it's all wrong

And their hearts all sink

I feel lowest on the top floor

Maybe, it's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing

How could we no longer think about it

How could we no longer think about it

How could we no longer think about it

We must go where we won't think about it

Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up

Making noise with dreams

Sneaking smiles at the boys on the rooftops

It's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing

Fifty hands in the air, but it's all wrong

And their hearts all sink

I feel lowest on the top floor

Maybe, it's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing

(How could we no longer think about it)

Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up

(How could we no longer think about it)

Making noise with dreams

(How could we no longer think about it)

Sneaking smiles at the boys on the rooftops

It's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing

(How could we no longer think about it)

Fifty hands in the air, but it's all wrong

(How could we no longer think about it)

And their hearts all sink

(How could we no longer think about it)

I feel lowest on the top floor

Maybe, it's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing