Five years old,
In my pink tutu,
I was spinning, spinning,
And no one ever knew.
But these Bruises hold,
A dirty clue,
I was spinning, spinning,
And no one ever knew.
Oh-oh pretty, pretty me,
I am the prettiest girl you ever did see.
Oh-oh pretty, pretty me,
I am the prettiest girl you ever did see.
Seventh grade, my boyfriend made
A joke about the way I looked, in the pool.
So I never ate,
Men, I looked great.
But I was spinning, spinning,
But no one ever knew.
Oh-oh pretty, pretty me,
I am the prettiest girl you ever did see.
Oh-oh pretty, pretty me,
I am the prettiest girl you ever did see.
Twenty-eight years old,
In my wedding dress, I'm told.
I am the prettiest girl,
He ever did see.
But six months on,
And that dress is gone,
Because the aisle,
Is to long for me.
Two bags,
A ticket,
A couch in L.A.
Nothing left to prove,
Finely something to say.
I am wise enough now,
Smart enough now,
I own my own mistakes.
But I got no job,
I got no car,
No drivers license,
No cash.
No savings,
No health care,
No furniture,
No place to live.
No IRA,
No retirement scheme.
No winter camp, no Christmas-tree
No family, near me.
No money for morning coffee
And no way, to pay off my debts.
But I am dreaming
Oh-oh pretty, pretty me,
I am the prettiest girl you ever did see.
Oh-oh pretty, pretty me,
I am the prettiest girl you ever did see.
You ever did see.
Writer(s): Robert Bradley Giles, Laura Jansen
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