prettygirlz

Willow Smith

They want the girls with the hips
They want the girls in the movies
Want the girls with the prettiest smile
Seemingly perfect life, movie, movie
Want the girls with the lips
And the cascading hair
Little do we all know that the vanity we see
We all share, we all share

Pretty girl, talking 'bout a pretty girl
Pretty girl, oh
Can I play inside your pretty curls?
Because you're such a fucking pretty girl
Such a fucking pretty girl, oh

I want a girl who's got a light
That makes me squint when I look in her eyes
She doesn't give a fuck when emotions run amuck
She's alright, she's alright
Want a girl who knows herself
Like her favorite book right on the shelf
That she's read a million times
Passion's there, she can't decline
And still find the design

Yeah, I'm talking 'bout a pretty girl
Talking 'bout a pretty girl
Talking 'bout a pretty girl, oh
Can I play inside your pretty curls?
'Cause you're such a fucking pretty girl
Such a fucking pretty girl, oh

Her planet so bright, can't see shit
Her planet so bright, can't see shit
Her planet so bright, can't see shit
Her planet so bright, can't see shit
Can't see it, can't see it