Pretty Faces
One hunnid
(Yeah)
And I'm still livin', kickin', makin' bad decisions
Lookin', cookin', dirty up the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be gettin' heavier, the scale keeps tippin'
And I see pretty faces
But those things always seem to fade away
You know what doesn't fade away?
The way I love you, miss you, always wanna kiss you
I don't need to save you, you don't need a rescue
Always know what you want, never need a menu
Always get what you want, we got that in common, 'cause
I've been getting what I want
I'm not settling, what's the fun in that?
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin'
(Yeah)
And I'm still livin', kickin', makin' bad decisions
Lookin', cookin', dirty up the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be gettin' heavier, the scale keeps tippin'
And I see pretty faces
But those things always seem to fade away
You know what doesn't fade away?
Tattoo of your name right above my heartbeat
The "I love yous" that we drew in Sharpie
The memories made when we skipped the parties
When we just rode around like Hutch and Starsky
Been a couple times they offer me accessories
In a second I would trade them for a memory
I remember when you said I was a match and you're kerosene
That sound like a compliment to me
And I'm still livin', kickin', makin' bad decisions
Lookin', cookin', dirty up the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be gettin' heavier, the scale keeps tippin'
(Yeah)
And I'm still livin', kickin', makin' bad decisions
Lookin', cookin', dirty up the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be gettin' heavier, the scale keeps tippin'
And I see pretty faces
But those things always seem to fade away
You know what doesn't fade away?
The way I love you, miss you, always wanna kiss you
I don't need to save you, you don't need a rescue
Always know what you want, never need a menu
Always get what you want, we got that in common, 'cause
I've been getting what I want
I'm not settling, what's the fun in that?
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin'
(Yeah)
And I'm still livin', kickin', makin' bad decisions
Lookin', cookin', dirty up the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be gettin' heavier, the scale keeps tippin'
And I see pretty faces
But those things always seem to fade away
You know what doesn't fade away?
Tattoo of your name right above my heartbeat
The "I love yous" that we drew in Sharpie
The memories made when we skipped the parties
When we just rode around like Hutch and Starsky
Been a couple times they offer me accessories
In a second I would trade them for a memory
I remember when you said I was a match and you're kerosene
That sound like a compliment to me
And I'm still livin', kickin', makin' bad decisions
Lookin', cookin', dirty up the kitchen
Seconds, minutes, different definitions
Must be gettin' heavier, the scale keeps tippin'
Credits
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, Nicolas Donovan
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