Zita Swoon
Pretty Girl
Talkin' bout a pretty girl
She got blues behind her eyes
You'd think that sadness and beauty is
An unexpected combination
But you can find it almost anywhere
You go

I'm talking 'bout a pretty girl
Life ain't easy, even when you're cute
People wanna put her in a frame
She can't walk the streets
Without them calling her names

The thing about a pretty girl
She carries something people crave
She's like a promise someone broke
She's like a room you're not allowed
To go
She moves like everybody
Wants to move
She looks like everybody
Wants to look

Talking 'bout a pretty girl
Boys don't leave her on her own
They all want a piece of the cake
She puts on the table
She makes them all feel like they
Should do more than they are able
I wanna go to bed now and fall asleep
I wanna wake up in the morning
In a quiet breeze
I don't need the agitation
Of a dog in heat
Don't wanna jump around the room
On my tired feet
Lord, give me the power
Of a peaceful mind
I wanna leave these rusty ideas behind
Daddy, teach me
'bout love and sensitivity
Teach me
'bout intelligence and positivity
Oh, teach me

Talking 'bout a pretty girl
She lives deep inside of me
Maybe she lives the life I will lead
In another lifetime
Maybe I got a little taste of being free
And that's how I know that
She can never be
She can never be that free
Not that pretty girl
If not even me