She pours me before my glass is empty
She's a lady
Friendly with anyone surrounding
Cheeks peachy
Wakes me from tequila slumber
Through a window, out another
Mantra"new, now, next"
Resentful rest
Oh Pretty Baby ah
Who are you when you come down?
Chain smoking with the crowd
Your mirror image a cloud
In a fur, on the couch, instant bliss in her mouth
She's trying something new
Him too, thick hand around a gifted two-toe boot
Starving, fixing hungry gazes
Dripping sand through ribbon laces
Spilling her pearls
Every day resumes the end of the world
Oh Pretty Baby ah
Who are you when you come down?
Chain smoking with the crowd
Your mirror image a cloud
They say you're gorgeous, but they're always blurry
Can't charm them enough to worry
Oh Pretty Baby ah
When will you ever slow down?
Down
Down