Pretty Excellent Whatever

Hey be honest with me for a moment
When we go see your favorite band
Or take the Bowery with our boots on
Did you think it would be like this

Talk to me about midnight slices
And a rich tobacco dawn
Could you wake up feeling any better
South of Houston west of Wall

You will always be my something
Full of what I can't remember
Such a stunning never mind
A thousand words you may have heard

From the moment we began to
Just a gorgeous I forgot
A pretty excellent whatever
Truly beautiful I guess



Credits
Writer(s): James Tristan Redding
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