Pretty Faces

Pretty faces You've got a lot to live for You dress the street up and take me on a fancy walk And your reflections in shopfronts aren't for buying But they're window shopping and you can't blame them for trying And silence is easy Cause pictures don't have to talk Words flowing freely When the world is in your look But I like shadows under eyes Crooked teeth and worn-down smiles Legs not built for running miles Pretty faces You've got a lot to live for You lose a lover find another at your front door Time folds the skin between the brows of those that seldom win And I like their shadows under eyes Crooked teeth and worn-down smiles Legs not built for running miles Pretty faces Escape the bars and darker places And oh I like the way your head hangs low Your shoulders slope And sometimes I'm amazed that nobody seems to know When you cross the room to me Maybe we're both freaks Pretend we're on TV And it's 1963 And you play the soundtrack And I all the parts And our average faces light up As we play average starts Pretty faces Depend on how you frame em Looking at old pictures Knowing I'll never feel the same again