Juliet Lloyd - Pretty Lyrics

He had his father's eyes
He had his father's temper
And he wanted me, he wanted me all to himself
When you're barely past eighteen
Not used to the attention
It's so easy, so easy to fall under his spell
And you learn how quickly fairy tales
Become so cautionary
Don't fall for the first one
Don't fall for the first one
Don't fall for the first one
Who tells you you're pretty
You're pretty
Tells you you're pretty
How could you be so smart
How could you be so stupid
To equate, to mistake possession for true love
So he cut the cable
And I kept the bruises covered
And I starved myself, I made myself so small
And I learned how quickly fairy tales
Become so cautionary
Don't fall for the first one
Don't fall for the first one
Don't fall for the first one
Who tells you you're pretty
You're pretty
Tells you you're pretty
Now I'm spiraling again
I can't stop Stockholm Syndroming
It's a place that I know, I know all too well
When you give all your grace away
To those who don't deserve it
There's no saving grace, no saving grace for yourself
When you fall for the first one
You fall for the first one
You fall for the first one
Don't fall for the first one
Don't fall for the first one
Don't fall for the first one
Who tells you you're pretty
You're pretty
Tells you you're pretty
He told me I'm pretty
Told me I'm pretty
Told me I'm pretty