You were telling me this the night we wandered in the dark
All the places you played in
And the faces you stayed in
I can’t stop this now, I know
You’re not the type to suffer for your art
Or the words you believe in
So I think I’ll be leaving
Because I can’t take this
You’re such a little pretty thing you know it’s all the rage
You’re such a little pretty thing but darling your bed’s been made
Darling your bed’s been made
Darling your bed’s been made
Darling your bed’s been made
And my only way out is to lie in it
You were telling me this the night we wandered in the dark
All the faces you played in
And the places you stayed in
I can’t stop this now, I know
Your eyes were lost and lazy from the start
I don’t know what to believe in
So I think I’ll be leaving
Because I can’t take this
You’re such a little pretty thing you know it’s all the rage
You’re such a little pretty thing but darling your bed’s been made
Darling your bed’s been made
Darling your bed’s been made
Darling your bed’s been made
And my only way out is to lie in it
Sometimes I wish we were older, yeah I could have loved you three times over
Sometimes I wish we were older, but I know I would hate you three times over
And we’d be right back to where we began
