• By Pretty Things, Wouldn't I be yours Wouldn't you be mine Wouldn't I always want
  • By Pretty Things, You might be the loneliest person in the world You'd never
  • By Pretty Things, I got myself some good news I bought myself some blue
  • By Pretty Things, She was just a lonely girl But I didn't know if
  • By Pretty Things, Sweet miranda, on the veranda You really keep your ice-cream cold Mine's
  • By Pretty Things, I never see the people I know in the bright light of
  • By Pretty Things, You're corrugated steel baby Platinum to feel lady, Eyes are just two
  • By Pretty Things, As I sit at my piano Waiting for something to form
  • By Pretty Things, Honey remember me, I'm the one you brought home Do you
  • By Pretty Things, It was a grey dawn, penciled in lightly The morning screamed,
  • By Pretty Things, Old man going Old man going Hopscotch of life will lead you
  • By Pretty Things, I've got onions in my soup I've got zebra in my
  • By Pretty Things, There's a pain I cannot kill And I guess I never
  • By Pretty Things, White ice towers, slow dissolving Now fall. Below savage moon Iron cities soon
  • By Pretty Things, So nice to see after long years of marriage A couple
  • By Pretty Things, Heaven's rain falls upon Faces of the children who look skyward Twisting
  • By Pretty Things, When I got, to our meeting place I stared into empty
  • By Pretty Things, When they left you on tobacco road The piggies they really
  • By Pretty Things, Like a breathless summer evening, When the silence simply roars, You're so
  • By Pretty Things, Young man made it to the city Searching through the wet
  • By Pretty Things, For ten weeks now, number three stood empty Nobody thought there
  • By Pretty Things, Well if you ever baby, Feel like changing your mind, Don't think
  • By Pretty Things, Stone spires rise high, lacerate warmer skies, Iron laced populations, beneath
  • By Pretty Things, It's a sadness it's a crime Why I wasted so much
  • By Pretty Things, She doesn't see the yellow light, falling on formica table
  • By Pretty Things, She's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn. She's there
  • By Pretty Things, And as she weaves her way, through city streets, The dawn
  • By Pretty Things, She takes the moon and stars To wear as her disguise. Then
  • By Pretty Things, Down by the river Three sickle mounted souls, Lay wined on the
  • By Pretty Things, I've sailed the seas, a hard sea dog to please. Tattooed
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