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
Only looks at you 'cause 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 handful of things she calls excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty
You're pretty strung-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
'Cause even the 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
'Cause 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 strung-out for a girl

Ooh, baby keeps it with her now
And ooh, baby's got a handful of things she calls excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty
Pretty pretty baby now
And ooh, baby keeps it with her now
And ooh, baby's got a mouthful of things she calls excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty
You're pretty strung-out for a girl