Hailey Whitters - Pretty Boy lyrics

It ain't the number on a barbell
Or the notches on your belt
Not the stack of twelve ounce curl
PBRs that you're givin' hell
It ain't the locker-room talk or
The shiner on your eye
Not the pat on your back when
Your old man asks ya
"How'd you leave the other guy?"
That makes you a man, hard to understand

You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the
Middle of all that noise
Being strong ain't so prеtty boy

So you're not the quarterback
Coal rollin' in a truck that's jackеd
Not tough enough 'cause you don't have a
Buck with enough points on a rack
No, it ain't all that

You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marchin' band real McCoy
The skinny kid that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the
Middle of all that noise
Being strong ain't so pretty boy
Oh-oh, it ain't so pretty boy, ooh

They say it's a negative
That you're sensitive
But mama always said that that's a positive

So take the high road, hold onto hope
Beat to your own drummer
Let it fill your soul
Stay humble kid, you won't fit in
You'll always be a little different
So sing your song in the
Middle of all that noise
Yeah, sing that song in the
Middle of that noise

Stay strong, pretty boy