Bethamphetamine Lyrics

Hey little party girl,
Where do you wanna go?
I didn't come from your scene,
So many people that I should know...

Like every door guy in this city
Only looks at you cuz' you're pretty.
And the boutique girls and theme night druggies
Take you in the back.
You put your head on the mirror...


And uuh... baby keeps it with her now,
And uuh... baby's got a hand full of things she calls excuses,
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty!
Your're pretty strung out for a girl!

Maybe there's a gas station open
And a little money on my card
So I can buy some half and half,
Cuz' even the mornings they seem so hard

And look at you, you never fell to bed,
You're still typing on your phone w?yer cigarette
Saying I should stop being so cynical,
Cuz' we're hotter when we don't give a damn,
So smash ya head in the mirror

And uuh... baby keeps it with her now,
And uuh... baby's got a purse full of things she calls excuses,
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty!
Your're pretty strung out for a girl!

Uuh... baby keeps it with her now
And uuh... baby's got a hand full of things she calls excuses,
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty!!
Pretty pretty baby now.

And uuh... baby keeps it with her now
And uuh... baby's got a mouth full of things she calls excuses,
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty!!
Your're pretty strung out for a girl!