From the recording pretty girls
(when my sister and i would yell and scream and fight with each other, my mom would say to us, "pretty girls have pretty voices"... in other words, BE QUIET. i think the difference between my mother's generation and my generation is that my generation is a lot more likely to say what we think and less likely to stuff our feelings. but sometimes those are hard lessons to learn.)
Lyrics
You…never liked…your ugly ducklingYou never like me…without my…lipstick onYou…never like…my recollections where your memories Where you memories are…tread upon
You…never come…right out and tell me The scenic route has…always…been your wayBut I’ve…been riding shotgun with you long enough to know Long enough to know what you mean when you sayPretty girls…have pretty voicesPretty girls…preserve their youthPretty girls…know all their choicesPretty girls…don’t tell the truthYou…can teach a girl…to curtsySet a table…like her great grandmother didYou…can dress her up…in velvetNeglect to tell her…all…the secrets you hid And love…love is not…the questionCause if you wanted…you could love someone to deathLove…them straight into…the closet…afraid to drawAfraid to draw…afraid to draw a breathPretty girls…have pretty voicesPretty girls…preserve their youthPretty girls…know all their choicesPretty girls…don’t tell the truthPretty girls…have pretty voicesPretty girls…preserve their youthPretty girls…know all their choicesPretty girls…don’t tell the truth