Lucy Dacus
Pretty Girl
Pretty Girl, come dance with me
Pretty Girl, just dry your eyes
Pretty Girl, if you don't like me
Then why are you dressed up tonight?

Oh oh oh oh ooooooh

Pretty Girl, I know I'm not ideal
Pretty Girl, at least I'm real
You may like the concept, you may want a man
But I'm just a boy and I wanna hold your hand

Oh oh oh oh ooooooh

In twenty-five years, I'll see you again
In twenty-five years, it'll hurt just like it hurt then
In twenty-five years, I'll see you with your husband and kids
In twenty-five years, it'll hurt like it did

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh