Everybody likes a pretty girl. Everybody wants someone who can't be his. They say there's more to life than pretty girls, But if there's more to life, I don't know what it is. I went along with every ruse that she played on me She put me down to break my pride, still I waited so patiently To find a way to turn the light in her eyes on, To cut a key that eventually might open up that door. You know I had never wanted anything more. Everybody likes a pretty girl, Everybody wants someone who can't be his. I sent you postcards from the brink of insanity, Wrote you song after stupid song, But you called it my vanity. And if desire is the root of my suffering, I never want to want again. I'll want nothing at all, Except for sitting here just waiting for the call Everybody likes a pretty girl. Everybody loves it when you say you're his. They say there's more to life than pretty girls, But if there's more to life, I don't know what it is. Everybody likes a pretty girl. Everybody likes a pretty girl. Everybody likes a pretty girl. Everybody loves it when you say you're his. Everybody likes a pretty girl. Everybody wants someone who can't be his. They say there's more to life than pretty girls, But if there's more to life, i don't know what it is.