Pretty Girls

Pretty girls You're too good for this How you break my heart In this cold waiting room Oh, my, pretty girls You're too good for this Don't let 'em tell you you're nothing Don't let 'em break your hearts, too The TV is blaring and angry As if you don't know why you're here Those who walk without sin are so hungry Don't let the wolves in, pretty girls Your hearts are so trite and so innocent Wind your flimsy blue gowns tight around you Around curves so comely and sinister They blame it on you, pretty girls Oh, pretty girls You're too good for this How you break my heart In this cold waiting room Oh, my, pretty girls You're too good for this Don't let 'em tell you you're nothing Don't let 'em break your hearts, too My girls, you're just like the heavens Not a soul to take your hand in theirs Your tears and wild constellations Broad limbs and hard folding chairs But there's millions to count you and keep you And lovers that don't understand Don't let 'em tell you you're nothing 'Cause you'll change the world, pretty girls Come chain yourself round my ankles You'll see the world like a bird Diving down low, flying up high Through all of these saccharine gutters we'll ride And I won't say that I told you so Won't say that I told you so Won't say that I told you so Won't say that I told you so