Title: Pretty Girls
Writer: Gabe Schillman

(Intro)
Save your sympathy
Don’t feel sorry for me
Pretty girls are going to be the death of me

(Verse 1)
Pretty girls are like shots of whiskey
The first one it’s like “haha you missed me”
Second shot you start to ask yourself
“should I slow down?”
Third shot you’ve moved on from caution
Lost count and quittin’s not an option
Two kids later you wake up and you’re a health risk now

(Chorus)
Save your sympathy
Don’t feel sorry for me
Pretty girls are going to be the death of me
I can’t dream a better end that I could meet
Pretty girls are going to be the death of me

(Verse 2)
Pretty girls are like cigarettes
They’re a taste you’re soon not to forget
and their effect lingers long
after they’ve run out
Crave another when you’ve been drinking
The more you drink the more that you start thinking
“Wouldn’t it be nice to find a pack right now?”

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Brown eyed beauties
Soft skin cuties
heart breakers
Lovely ladies
Beauty and brains mean:
Heart breaker

(Chorus)