What a backwards kind of temper
For this sunny of a view
You're so good at asking questions
That you know the answer to
I wish someway, somehow
What's coming out of my mouth
Was something poetic, something witty

Baby, can't you see?
You're so fucking pretty
You're so fucking pretty
Baby, can't you see?
You're so fucking pretty
You're so fucking pretty

Through your hang-ups and your triggers
I can see a side of you
It can blind me when it flickers
And that's what I hold on to

Baby, can't you see?
You're so fucking pretty
You're so fucking pretty
Baby, can't you see?
You're so fucking pretty
You're so fucking pretty
Baby, can't you see?
You're so fucking pretty
Baby, can't you see?
You're so fucking pretty

Baby, can't you see?
You're so fucking pretty
You're so fucking pretty