Hey little party girl

Where do you wanna go

I didn't come from your scene

So many people i should know

Like every door guy in this city

Only lets you in cuz you're pretty

And the boutique girls and theme night

Druggies

Take you in the back

(you put your head on the mirror)

Maybe threes a gas station open

And a little money on my card

So i can buy some half and half

Cuz even mornings they seem so hard

And look at you, you never fell to bed

You're still typing on your phone

W/ yer cigarette

Saying i should stop being so cynical

We're hotter when we don't give a damn

(so smash yer head on the mirror)

And ooooh baby baby baby keeps it with her

Ooh baby baby, babies got a purse full

Of things she calls excuses

Real pretty pretty

You're pretty down and out for a girl