the house will be gone , I burned it down
but I'm still here and so will he and he said ,
well , brace yourselves young lad for you or going
to fiest your eyes and her awsomeness.
I lay awake at night filled with my regrets
sometimes wondering hmmm is it my turn yet?
but it seems like my turn never comes
I've succumb to my devastation
would it have made a difference if I was
say , more beautiful.

Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about
That's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head

It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love

She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head

Pretty girl, pretty girl

Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get him out of your head

It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he's in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love

ode to love? no one likes a sad fuck.