Scott Harter Dirty Pretty
Life ain’t fair,
And it’s proved that to you oh, so well.
Love don’t care about your plans for ever after.
Seems you’re on your own,
But it’s a big old world, girl,
You don’t have to be alone, no.
Dirty pretty, lovesick beauty,
Won’t you tell me your sad story?
About that sorry Sunday morning
When he walked away.
Comb your hair and put on that fake smile
You know that things you wear,
All that make-up and mascara
Aren’t enough to hide his memory,
Girl, you wear him with your eyes.
Dirty pretty, lovesick beauty,
Won’t you tell me your sad story?
About that sorry Sunday morning
When he walked away.
You wear your tattered heart upon men,
Sleeved up tattoos down your arm,
You’re like a broken record, your heart beats on,
Without him every day.
It seems you’re on your own,
But it’s a big old world,
Girl, you don’t have to be alone, no.
Dirty pretty, lovesick beauty,
Won’t you tell me your sad story?
About that sorry Sunday morning
When he walked away.
You wear your tattered heart upon men,
Sleeved up tattoos down your arm,
You’re like a broken record, your heart beats on,
Without him every day.
