Pretty girls don?t cuss
and pretty girls don?t cry
and pretty girls don?t lay in bed awake on long cold nights
pretty girls don?t wait for him to call
sometimes pretty girls don?t feel pretty at all
I?m a wreck im a mess in a little black dress in the corner of this room
I'm a heart on a sleave that you never see don?t tell me that you do
I know you put me on, like a string of pearls, but I am not just a pretty girl.
Pretty girls don?t blink, and they don?t get hurt
And they sure don?t hear the hollow echo in your words
So don?t you worry, about how I feel ?cause after all pretty girls aren?t
real
I'm a wreck im a mess in a little black dress in the corner of this room
I?m a heart on a sleave that you never see don?t tell me that you do
I know you put me on, like a string of pearls, but I am not just a pretty girl
On a street, in a car, right here on your arm
In a bar, in a crowd, can you hear me crying out?
Pretty girls get lost, and pretty girls get scared
They wonder if real love is really out there
I don?t know what you think of me, but we all are only as pretty as we believe
I?m a wreck im a mess in a little black dress in the corner of this room
I'm a heart on a sleeve that you never see, don?t tell me that you do
I know you put me on, like a string of pearls, but I am not just a pretty girl
ooo-oo-oh.
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