fun. - All the Pretty Girls lyrics
[fun. - All the Pretty Girls lyrics]
(yeah, that's cool so it's gonna have
To be two passes the pretty)
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
So I call, your name
Cross my fingers, uncross the others
Hesitate, oh I don't think straight
With nothing to prove
I don't wanna say I'm leaving
I'll stay until the weekend
You can take all the things
The boxes and rings and get going
Cause I've been waiting for
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be
And come to me with the look in your eyes
Well you break and take all
The words from my mouth
I wish all the pretty girls
Were shaking me down
So I call (I call) you out (out baby)
Just to feel a little bit better about myself
(he does) i do (you do) , baby
I do, I do, I do
(yeah we really get it, yeah we know you do)
Until their lips start to move
And their friends talk music
I'll say "I've never heard the tune"
But I have, I just hate the band
Cause they remind me of you
Every single night ends up the same
I don't say much at all
But I bring up your name
(Over and over and over)
I think it's striking me out
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be
And come to me with the look in your eyes
Well you break and take all
The words from my mouth
I wish all the pretty girls
Were shaking me down
But not you - you still wear boots and your
Hair is too long and then this one
Doesn't wanna admit she's falling in love
Oh c'mon, oh c'mon, what's a boy to do
When all the pretty girls
Can't measure to you?
I don't understand your reasons
Please just stay over the weekend
You can't take all those things
They define you and me
Everything we've become
You're all that I need
Please don't make me face my generation alone
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be
And come to me with the look in your eyes
And you break and take all
The words from my mouth
I wish all the pretty girls
Were shaking me down
But not you
I feel your faith is destroying the world
And then this one
Never really understood the eighties is over
And done, oh c'mon, what's a boy to do
When all the pretty girls
Can't measure to you?
Say all the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
To be two passes the pretty)
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
So I call, your name
Cross my fingers, uncross the others
Hesitate, oh I don't think straight
With nothing to prove
I don't wanna say I'm leaving
I'll stay until the weekend
You can take all the things
The boxes and rings and get going
Cause I've been waiting for
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be
And come to me with the look in your eyes
Well you break and take all
The words from my mouth
I wish all the pretty girls
Were shaking me down
So I call (I call) you out (out baby)
Just to feel a little bit better about myself
(he does) i do (you do) , baby
I do, I do, I do
(yeah we really get it, yeah we know you do)
Until their lips start to move
And their friends talk music
I'll say "I've never heard the tune"
But I have, I just hate the band
Cause they remind me of you
Every single night ends up the same
I don't say much at all
But I bring up your name
(Over and over and over)
I think it's striking me out
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be
And come to me with the look in your eyes
Well you break and take all
The words from my mouth
I wish all the pretty girls
Were shaking me down
But not you - you still wear boots and your
Hair is too long and then this one
Doesn't wanna admit she's falling in love
Oh c'mon, oh c'mon, what's a boy to do
When all the pretty girls
Can't measure to you?
I don't understand your reasons
Please just stay over the weekend
You can't take all those things
They define you and me
Everything we've become
You're all that I need
Please don't make me face my generation alone
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be
And come to me with the look in your eyes
And you break and take all
The words from my mouth
I wish all the pretty girls
Were shaking me down
But not you
I feel your faith is destroying the world
And then this one
Never really understood the eighties is over
And done, oh c'mon, what's a boy to do
When all the pretty girls
Can't measure to you?
Say all the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night