Pretty Things - Fein

I stand na-a-a-a-aked waiting for my sickly body to take shape

Don’t look!

I’m still getting ready

All my happiness just a year away

I spend all my waking hours grazing through the shadows still no luck

I stand neck-deep in the water as it rises up, yeah it rises up

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

All my friends are interesting, photogenic, pretty things

Can’t help showing it off

And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies

Can’t make sense of it all

I sweat;

running, baby running

Plastic picket fences, line my sight

Tonight, (gotta) gotta hit the treadmill

Gonna burn that body, make it

(Pop, pop, pop, pop!) *pop*

Par-ti-cals, pe-cu-liar vec-tor grown muscles

De-hy-drate, acc-ent-u-ate my soft abdomen

Oh, all my friends are interesting, photogenic, pretty things

Can’t help showing it off

And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies

Can’t make sense of it all

Oh, all my friends are interesting, photogenic, pretty things

Can’t help showing it off

And all my friends are happy with their skinny little bodies

Can’t make sense of it all