Not That Pretty

Look what she’s got, she’s been never really dressed better Her face is getting dark ‘cause she’s having chemical tanning But you can see the roots after layers of mistaken colours She’s smiling to the new though she’s always got a word on ‘em And when she’s turning blue is there yet anything good to tell? With compliments she shines loudly wonders “But I’m not that pretty!” So tell me why, if you’re really that good, girl not a man not a man not a man not a man is around you? I beg you why (why, why) don’t you do me a favour? Put your head put your head put your head put your head in the next loo She’s classy on most days as well as sporty when she feels like it And she can guess your age, what you ate and what you will be like She’s absolutely sure all the money that she spent were worth it So tell me why, if you feel like a princess not a boy not a boy not a boy seems to show ‘round the tower? I beg you why (why, why, why) you don’t do us all a favour? Put your head put your head put your head put your head in the next loo Pretty girl, pretty girl, you better get yourself a clue how it is how it works in this world to make it go put yourself on your knees, start to do what fits you best I’ve got some suggestions that might help your nerves relax a bit not a boy not a boy not a boy, not a man not a man not a man put your head put your head put your head put your head put your head put your head put your head just put your head in the loo you’re simply not you’re simply not simply not simply not simply not just simply not that pretty you’re not that pretty not that pretty