G theres a hole in my headEm where the lines you readEm melt into a bowlC and treat me a like a fool [Verse 2]G they froth at the mouthsEm and call me a clownEm for jumping through their hoopsC and standing on their shoes [Chorus]G C but don't be sadG Em it’ll never lastG C and don't be sad OOOOOG Em C it’ll never last [Verse 3]G until you throw away your shoesAm Em and buy expensive bootsEm to walk straight through the sceneC smash snails to smithereens [Verse 4]G you call your love a lieEm a choke of desireEm with a brain your couldn't beatC and hands as soft as feet [Chorus]G C but don't be sadG Em it’ll never lastG C and don't be sad OOOOOG Em C it’ll never last [Verse 5]Em Bb A C G until you run and get the kids to lick the bottoms of their lipsEm and they stare straight at the sunAm G and down the barrel of the gunEm Am you point it up you point it downC family all aroundG D you never liedEm watch your backC they've got you by the neckC its never fairAm its never fairG Em to see their smiles everywhereEm but your face looks like a clownsG paint it up and paint it downG pity, piercing prayG each morning of each dayEm its the last song left to singA you pretty little thing.
You Pretty Little Thing
Blaenavon
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