Pretty के बोल

What a backwards kind of temper For this sunny of a view You're so good at asking questions That you know the answer to I wish someway, somehow What's coming out of my mouth Was something poetic, something witty Baby, can't you see? You're so fucking pretty You're so fucking pretty Baby, can't you see? You're so fucking pretty You're so fucking pretty Through your hang-ups and your triggers I can see a side of you It can blind me when it flickers And that's what I hold on to Baby, can't you see? You're so fucking pretty You're so fucking pretty Baby, can't you see? You're so fucking pretty You're so fucking pretty Baby, can't you see? You're so fucking pretty Baby, can't you see? You're so fucking pretty Baby, can't you see? You're so fucking pretty You're so fucking pretty