Young And Pretty

Come from the suburbs into the city
They say you can make it If you’re young and pretty
Dreams must be tall
Ain’t it a pity
But they say you can make it If you’re young and pretty
So I sit inside my dressing room
Waiting for the band to play
And I wonder what is left to loose
Where is anyone, any way
Outside a neon, face from exhaustion
Screaming with promise of what’s inside
But nobody’s watching
I go for the money, my wallet’s a liar
Nothing inside cause the world is on fire
So I give them that old routine
No one listens, any way
When I fight for what it means
God I wish I had someone here today
So I give them that old routine
No one listens, any way
When I fight for what it means
God I wish I had someone here today
Come from the suburbs into the city
They say you can make it If you’re young and pretty
Come from the sidelines into the city
They say you can make it If you’re young and pretty
They say you can make it If you’re young and pretty