Pretty Baby
My pretty baby takes the long way home
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold
He's a pastor to the feral youth
I'm a natural disaster sweepin' through
Your town on a summer afternoon
My violet clouds ruinin' your June
My pretty baby takes the long way home
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold
I think I've met my match
And now my odds are stacked
I think I've met my match
I'm wild, but he's mad
The girls, they all gather
To hear his prophetic blues (ah-ah)
Oh, how they shatter
When they discover I'm his muse (ha)
My pretty baby takes the long way home
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold (whoo!)
We're a cataclysmic crash
Violent nature, we can't last
My pretty baby know, he really knows
That wild dreams can be sold
He's kissing sweet as his lies unfold
And I bewitch him, body and soul
I think he's met his match
And now his odds are stacked
I think he's met his match
I'm wild, but he's mad
I think he's met his match (yeah)
And now his odds are stacked
I think he's met his match
I'm wild, but he's mad
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold
He's a pastor to the feral youth
I'm a natural disaster sweepin' through
Your town on a summer afternoon
My violet clouds ruinin' your June
My pretty baby takes the long way home
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold
I think I've met my match
And now my odds are stacked
I think I've met my match
I'm wild, but he's mad
The girls, they all gather
To hear his prophetic blues (ah-ah)
Oh, how they shatter
When they discover I'm his muse (ha)
My pretty baby takes the long way home
I love his secrets, but his lies run cold
He whispers magic that I've never known
He's always near, but he's so hard to hold (whoo!)
We're a cataclysmic crash
Violent nature, we can't last
My pretty baby know, he really knows
That wild dreams can be sold
He's kissing sweet as his lies unfold
And I bewitch him, body and soul
I think he's met his match
And now his odds are stacked
I think he's met his match
I'm wild, but he's mad
I think he's met his match (yeah)
And now his odds are stacked
I think he's met his match
I'm wild, but he's mad
Credits
Writer(s): Lila Thompson
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