Pretty girl, why are you talking to me?
Hands on my shoulder so only I can see
But pretty girls always want something more
When they smile with that smile then you know that it's for sure
She says "I'll buy you a drink if you tell your friends about me
I want to be a big model some day"
I tell her I'll think about it with a smile
Her fingers trail across my shoulder as she struts away
Those pretty girls always get their way
Pretty girl, I've thought about what you said to me
I told my friends about you and they told you to me
Pretty girl, why do you turn me into someone
Then walk away so I'm just like everyone?
I wish I could talk to you and urge you to stop
But you're a big model now, you've made it on top
You never did get that drink for me
You never did cry a bit, you probably won't see
What these pretty girls will do to me
What these pretty girls will do to me