Story Behind The Song

I had a buddy, he had a girl, girl wanted more drugs so she became an escort to ugly fat businessmen to pay for the brown. He was in the dark for awhile until another buddy (ugly fat businessman) found her info online and then (pause for dramatic effect) hired her. He told buddy #1 and that guy went on a 3 day sex binge with anything that moved, including her mom! Drama ensued, half sad, half entertaining. I had to write a song about it.

Song Description

To the point, with loud and soft volume parts. Fast tempo, sporadic, gritty. Can easily be cut to loud part or sparse part.

Lyrics

Pretty Pretty


Pretty pretty, where do you go from here
I'm feelin shitty, my belly full of beer
I could follow you down the street, I really don't care about who you meet, I gotta secret place under my skin. I snap my fingers there I go again well,
I can see you hanging round round round round
and I won't be hanging on
when you get home, when you get home
Pretty pretty, another sleepless night, itty bitty tiny little piece of pie
I'll eat it like a cannibal, gonna soak my face gonna fill my soul, I went free form freaking around, well the honey came out when the sun went down well
I can see you hanging round round round round
and I won't be hanging on
when you get home, when you get home
Pretty pretty, you look a little pale, have a seat and tell me all your tales
I love that look on your face It takes me away to my secret place I had one, two twenty or more well I feel a little sick and I feel a little sore well
I can hear you going on and on and
can't believe you're going on
when you got home, when you got home, (I don't really care)
Pretty pretty pretty, pretty pretty pretty, pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty