"Pretty Boys" lyrics

First date, you're obsessed with me
Late night, you don't stop texting me
More shots, you're naked next to me
Made a mess with me, faking ecstasy
One month, flowers sent to me
Two months, it's like we're enemies
Next up, send the press to me
Now you're dead to me

You're a narcissist, so full of shit
My therapist got rich off this misogynist
I'm over it, gone
Top down with a pretty boy

Wet dreams, tight jeans
Skin-deep [?]
This scene's obscene
Hand prints on the window screen
Slow driving
Me and my mirror toy
I've been riding
Top down with a pretty boy

Ghosted, I'm comin' back to haunt ya
Busted, my [?]
Red flag, someone better warn ya
Someone better warn ya, someone better warn ya
You've got brown eyes, he's got blue
[?] melody halfway through
Everything he does, he does it better than you
Everything he does, he does it better than you

He's no narcissist, not full of shit
My therapist won't get rich off this
When we kiss, I'm into it
Top down with a pretty boy

Wet dreams, tight jeans
Skin-deep [?]
This scene's obscene
Handprints on the window screen
Slow driving
Me and my mirror toy
I've been riding
Top down with a pretty boy

Pretty boys do it better, better
Pretty boys forever, ever
Pretty boys do it better, better
Better, better, better, better
Pretty boys do it better, better
Pretty boys forever, ever
Pretty boys do it better, better
Better, better, better, better

Wet dreams, tight jeans
Skin-deep [?]
This scene's obscene
Handprints on the window screen
Slow driving
Me and my mirror toy
I've been riding
Top down with a pretty boy

Pretty boys do it better, better
Pretty boys forever, ever
Pretty boys do it better, better
Better, better, better, better
Pretty boys do it better, better
Pretty boys forever, ever
Pretty boys do it better, better
Better, better, better, better