Pretty Girl - No Address

She’s just a pretty girl

Who comes around here

To make you smile

Red wine all stains your lips

And baby I’d like to wipe it off

But I can’t bare to touch you now

Your eyes are looking down

Right into the pavement

And I hope you know

That I tried to change your mind

Twenty floors up baby says

She just sometimes wants to jump

She holds a drink, she holds a dream

But that’s not all

Hand in your pockets

Jingling on your keys and I can’t stop it And I hope you don’t