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



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Writer(s): Lila Thompson
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