Pretty Girls - The Quireboys

Went to see her just this morning

To see how the child might be

She sat there smokin' all my cigarette’s

At a table set for three

I could have cried

I could have cried when she said

I don’t love you any more

I was slain and shown the door

Ain’t no room here anymore

Please don’t look to me for help

All the pain is with yourself

All the blame is with yourself

So I went and seen my friend’s

I tried to turn to them for help

And all that any of them said

You gotta look out for yourself

I could have cried

I could have cried and she said

I don’t love you any more

I was slain and shown the door

Ain’t no room here anymore

Please don’t look to me for help

All the pain is with yourself

All the blame is with yourself

Oh, you’re all I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Every time I see your face

Reminds me baby, of what we had

I get so lonely, ooh ya ya ya

All our lives, I’ve been down

Always seemed in badness

I see my friend’s every night

But even God don’t care any less, oh ya

I could have cried

I could have cried wen she said

I don’t love you any more

I was slain and shown the door

Ain’t no room here anymore

Please don’t look to me for help

All the pain is with yourself

All the blame is with yourself