Hey little party girl
Where do you wanna go
I didnt come from your scene
So many people that I should know
Like every door guy in this city
Only looks at you cuz youre pretty
And the boutique girls and theme night druggies
Take you in the back
(You put your head on the mirror)
And ooooh baby keeps it with her
Ooh babys got a hand full
Of things she calls excuses
You're real pretty pretty
Youre pretty strung out for a girl
Maybe theres a gas station open
And a little money on my card
So i can buy some half and half
Cuz even mornings they seem so hard
And look at you, you never fell to bed
You're still typing on your phone with your cigarette
Saying i should stop being so cynical
'Cause we're hotter when we dont give a damn
(So smash yer head on the mirror)
And ooooh baby keeps it with her
Ooh babys got a purse full
Of things she calls excuses
You're real pretty pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl