Pretty Girl

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