No, I don't usually give rise
Let bygones be bygones, uh
But this letter I just had to write
Cause' I don't let barbie doll boys
Speak to me so
Yet all of my words wound up stuck in my throat
Cause' when you spoke
I let your pretty little face take over my good sense-s
Who do you think you, who do you think you are?
To tell me I'm ugly?
Well sir you nasty, you're trashy!
To say those things about my mother
Aren't your boots a touch too tight?
You've grown too big don't you know your size?
And if you were the only man on earth
I'd let our species die!
Pretty boy, is pretty all you got?
No kindness, heartless
I see what you're not
But all my butterflies
They don't mind!
You're their kind of guy!
(Why do the pretty boys make 'em fly?
I know it's hot boy summer but I'm holding out for kind)
(Spoken: "How very dare you!")
I could not love you, I don't think there'd be room
You already love you!
So I wish you and you all the bestest for your life together
Fuck a boy who thinks he can
Spread around junk like a garbage man
You're all smokin' and no fire
You're a bass without a band
Pretty boy, is pretty all you got?
No kindness, heartless
I see what you're not
But all my butterflies
They don't mind!
You're their kind of guy!
(Why do the pretty boys make 'em fly?
I know it's hot boy summer but I'm holding out for kind)
But then again, your smile
Lit me up like dynamite
I hate it how you drove me wild
Just think what you could do to me
If you were ever kind?
Oh pretty boy, is pretty all you got?
No kindness, heartless
I see what you're not
But baby all of my butterflies
They don't mind!
You're their kind of guy!
(Why do the pretty boys make 'em fly?
I know it's hot boy summer but I'm holding out for kind)