Nicolle Galyon Pretty Girls
Pretty girls don't cuss, pretty girls don't cry
Pretty girls don't lay in bed awake on long, cold nights
Pretty girls don't wait for him to call
Sometimes pretty girls don't feel pretty at all
I'm a wreck, I'm a mess in a little black dress
In the corner of this room
I'm a heart on a sleeve that you never see
Don't tell me that you do
I know you put me on like a sting of pearls
But I am not just a pretty girl
Pretty girls don't blink, and they don't get hurt
And they sure don't hear the hallow echo in your words
So don't you worry about how I feel
Cause after all pretty girls aren't real and
I'm a wreck, I'm a mess in a little black dress
In the corner of this room
I'm a heart on a sleeve that you never see
Don't tell me that you do
I know you put me on like a sting of pearls
But I am not just a pretty girl
On a street, in a car
right here on your arm
in a bar, in a crowd
can you hear me crying out?
Cause pretty girls get lost, pretty girls get scared
They wonder if real love is really out there
I don't know what you think do me
We are only as pretty as we believe and
I'm a wreck, I'm a mess in a little black dress
In the corner of this room
I'm a heart on a sleeve that you never see
Don't tell me that you do
I know you put me on like some sting of pearls
But I am not just a pretty girl
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