Sun shines upon a blank face
You smile but you can't say
A damn thing
You have nothing
Your pretty lips stay sticky slick
Covered in peach-cherry-chocolate lipstick
You're pretty
Just so damn pretty
And they just want to know your name
And they just want you to scream their name
C'mon, baby, here's my car
Don't speak, don't put your seatbelt on
We'll just stay in this backseat
Where you won't need to speak
A damn thing
You're so damn pretty
Fake eyelashes flash pretty quick
You sure can drive a stick
Keep your shoes on, we're not far
I promise, baby, I'm a star
You're pretty
Just don't speak to me.
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