[Verse 1] Dinners getting cold You havent touched a thing So whats it gonna be? I can hold out much longer than you When its steady, Im just acting out my roles When youre ready, Ill be walking out that door And dont call me Pretty Baby anymore Oh, foolish worker bee Im your fucking queen Uhhuh [Chorus 1] I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With roseblossomed bouquets Vanities and love seats [Verse 2] Sad little boy I know you get confused But everyone goes through These trials of selftruth and selfabuse When youre selfless, youre so hard not to adore When youre selfish, I just love you even more I want to help you, but youve got to say the words I want to be cured Drowned Deep in this hole Weve dug for ourselves Throw me in Headfirst, submerged in this great depression Impoverished And impotent And dont call me Pretty Baby! [Chorus 2] I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The radiator hums The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator [?] This house is the hole that you could never fill With shattered dinner plates Thats how well communicate Hey, Pretty Baby, are you ready for bed?
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