Wooden Stars - Pretty Girl lyrics

Pretty girl, I'll pay you Viral strains of the radio When the halfwit sings, I'll follow you And I don't care what you think or want or who Mussulman! Those poor little f**ers---what are they gonna do? Here's something I learned in school: People are different Difference is cool Difference is pretty cool Pretty cool Ooh, pretty girl I want you Ooh, pretty girl we want you When I saw you with him on the Astroturf If you could only know If you could only know I was crying about it Dying inside Burning my eyes on the pesticide New born Christians Quivering lambs of God The church is the nursery Spoil the child, spare the rod