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Pretty Ugly & The Secret Society
Words and Music: Zim Zum Pretty, pretty, pretty girlfriend With a pretty, pretty, pretty bad habit It gets pretty, ugly When she’s really, really, really Got to have it I’ve given her everything And all she does is take it I’m always fixing everything And all she does is break it I’m kinda sick of fucking her And usually I fake it Someday I know she’s gonna be The death of me Whatever makes you smile Whatever helps you see Whatever is in style Keep that away from me Whatever makes you cry Whatever it may be If that’s what gets you by Keep that away from me Whatever gets you high, Whatever it is this week, Everything will be alright, Don’t slip away from me I wont ask you to change To something you can never be I just need you sometimes, To keep away from me You’ve spent more than I can count but still blame me when there’s no money Buying into everything then wondering why your left with nothing I don’t want to talk about it I don’t need to understand I just want to live each moment Just like there’s no tomorrow Think about the things you wish for because they might just happen All the things that you put me through and how it’s tearing me down Thoughts of me inside your head will only leave you missing something And even though I love the things you do sometimes I wish the world would Stop. I don’t know why I’m always stuck in this hole I have issues No self-respect when you want me to self- destruct when I’m with you 666 in Technicolor does it for me like no other Mind control just like big brother Give it to me, I want it I don’t know why I’m always stuck in this hole I have issues No self- respect when you want me to self-destruct when I’m with you Something quick to make me right Just to get me through another night What have you got? I want it Give it to me, I need it What have you got? I want it Give it to me, I need it What have you got? I want it Give it to me, I need it Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Everything you’ve got Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Till the day I die Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Ready or not Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Everything you’ve got Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Till the day I die Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Ready or not Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Everything you’ve got Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Till the day I die Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Ready or not Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Everything you’ve got Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Till the day I die Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie Ready or not I know I’m never perfect But I’m doing all I can I know my life’s a big mess I still hope you understand I’ve been feeling pretty ugly And I take it out on you I really should be happy For all the little things you do Sometimes things just don’t work out And I start to question who I am It really seems the weight of the world Is so much more than I could ever stand When you feel like everyone Points their finger straight at you Remember it’s a pretty ugly world And that’s what pretty ugly people do... ZZIV @ www.zimzum.net For a printable version of these lyrics click: Print these lyrics |
