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, oooh, baby gets away tonight
Oooh, baby's got a hand full
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl

And 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 were hotter when we don't give a damn
So smash yer head in the mirror

And, oooh, baby gets away tonight
Oooh, baby's got a purse full
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl

Oooh, baby gets away tonight
Oooh-ooh-oooh, baby's got a hand full
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty, baby

Now, oooh, baby gets away tonight
Oooh-ooh-oooh, baby's got a mouth full
Of things she calls excuses
Yeah, you're real pretty pretty
You're pretty strung out for a girl