Broken Spindles
Pretty Boy Figure Face
You get soft, I blinkThen words fly out from where they shouldn't be I thought I knewThe tight-lipped wall, the stare, the cuteYour figure face is spaced above, awayFrom the ones who put you into place When young love gets oldDon't speak on a behalf that isn't your ownYour figure face is spaced above, awayFrom the ones who put you into placeThe figure face is blank, all they need is a nameTo be black and white to be worth to readYou're a pretty boyYou're a pretty boy The figure face makes the pretty boy companyThe ends go out and go cyclingYou're a pretty boy, you're a pretty boyYou're a pretty boy, you're a pretty boy The tight-lipped wall, the stare, the cuteThe tight-lipped wall sighs untrueThe tight-lipped wall, that stares acuteThe tight-lipped wall sighs untrue
From Letras Mania