Pretty Things

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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