Pretty Thing

It's half past 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 Hot breath as the time passed Slow, well you were flipping through the radio Singing don't stop, don't stop Go where we won't think about it Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up Making noisy dreams Sneaking smiles with 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 When their hearts all sink I feel lowest on the top floor maybe It's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing You trace lines on my winter thighs You make me nervous so you're flashin' 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 bust, let's just Go where we don't think about it Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up Making noisy dreams Sneaking smiles with 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 When 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 not not think about it How could we not not think about it How could we not not think about it Let's go where we won't think about it Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up Making noisy dreams Sneaking smiles with 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 When their hearts all sink I feel lowest on the top floor maybe It's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up Making noisy dreams Sneaking smiles with 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 When their hearts all sink I feel lowest on the top floor maybe It's a pretty thing, it's a pretty thing