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