Half past when I pick you up You say I'm early so I wait in the front Headlights in the pitch black Good hearts in the far back I remember we were blurring the glass Hot breath as the time past-slow You were flipping through the radio Saying don't stop don't stop Go where we won't think about it Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up Making noisy dreams Sneaking smiles with the boys on the roof tops It's a pretty thing, its a pretty thing Fifty hands in the air but its all wrong When their hearts all sink I feel lowest on the top floor maybe It's a pretty thing It's a pretty thing You traced lines on my winter thighs You make me nervous-you're flashing a smile You say this is what friends do I'm all dolled up for you There's a letter on the top of my dash It reads Jones, you're a real catch I was hoping it would work out like that But it's a damn bust lets just Go where we don't think about it Pretty girls on the stairs with their hopes up Making noisy dreams Sneaking smiles with the boys on the roof tops It's a pretty thing, its a pretty thing Fifty hands in the air but its all wrong When their hearts all sink I feel lowest on the top floor maybe It's a pretty thing It's a pretty thing How could we not and not think about it How could we not and not think about it How could we not and not think about it Let's go where we won't think about it