Pretty Boy

No, I don't usually give rise
Let bygones be bygones
But this letter I just had to write
Cos' I don't let Barbie doll boys
Speak to me so
Yet all of my words wound up stuck in my throat
Cos' when you spoke
I let your pretty little face
Take over my good senses

Who do you think you
Who do you think you are?
To tell me I'm ugly
Well, sir, you're nasty, you're trashy
To say those things about my mother!
Well aren't your boots a touch too tight?
You're growing too big
Don't you know your size?
And if you were the only man on earth
I'd let our species die

Pretty boy, is pretty all you got?
No kindness, heartless
I see what you're not!
But all my butterflies
They don't mind
You're their kind of guy
(Why do the pretty boys make em fly?
I know it's hot boy summer
But I'm holding out for kind)
*How very dare you!

I could not love you!
I don't think there'd be room
You already love you
So I wish you and you
All the bestest in your life together
Fuck a boy who thinks he can
Spread around junk like a garbage man
You're all smoking and no fire
You're a bass without a band

Pretty boy, is pretty all you got?
No kindness, heartless
I see what you're not!
But all my butterflies
They don't mind
You're their kind of guy
(Why do the pretty boys make em fly?
I know it's hot boy summer
But I'm holding out for kind)

But then again your smile
Lit me up like dynamite
I hate it how you drove me wild
Just think what you could do to me
If you were ever kind?

Oh pretty boy, is pretty all you got?
No kindness, heartless
I see what you're not!
But all my butterflies
They don't mind
You're their kind of guy
(Why do the pretty boys make em fly?
I know it's hot boy summer
But I'm holding out for kind)