Pretty Thing

Baby, stop your chasing me Stop your staring hungry eyes Give up your fantasy I'm not playing games I mean each word I'm saying You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing Baby, its been three long years Take down my picture from the wall and wipe your tears You've been pushed aside Your black rose must die You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing I'm just no good for you I'm just too good for you Baby, it's time to close that door I've told you once, a hundred times And even more You're just not my kind I'll tell you one last time You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing