Hey little party girl  Where do you wanna go  I didn't come from your scene  So many people i should know  Like every door guy in this city  Only lets you in cuz you're pretty  And the boutique girls and theme night  Druggies  Take you in the back  (you put your head on the mirror)  Maybe threes a gas station open  And a little money on my card  So i can buy some half and half  Cuz even mornings they seem so hard  And look at you, you never fell to bed  You're still typing on your phone  W/ yer cigarette  Saying i should stop being so cynical  We're hotter when we don't give a damn  (so smash yer head on the mirror)  And ooooh baby baby baby keeps it with her  Ooh baby baby, babies got a purse full  Of things she calls excuses  Real pretty pretty  You're pretty down and out for a girl