Pretty Baby

My pretty baby takes the long way home

I love his secrets, but his lies run cold

He whispers magic that I've never known

He's always near, but he's so hard to hold

He's a pastor to the feral youth

I'm a natural disaster sweepin' through

Your town on a summer afternoon

My violet clouds ruinin' your June

My pretty baby takes the long way home

I love his secrets, but his lies run cold

He whispers magic that I've never known

He's always near, but he's so hard to hold

I think I've met my match

And now my odds are stacked

I think I've met my match

I'm wild, but he's mad

The girls, they all gather

To hear his prophetic blues (ah-ah)

Oh, how they shatter

When they discover I'm his muse (ha)

My pretty baby takes the long way home

I love his secrets, but his lies run cold

He whispers magic that I've never known

He's always near, but he's so hard to hold (whoo!)

We're a cataclysmic crash

Violent nature, we can't last

My pretty baby know, he really knows

That wild dreams can be sold

He's kissing sweet as his lies unfold

And I bewitch him, body and soul

I think he's met his match

And now his odds are stacked

I think he's met his match

I'm wild, but he's mad

I think he's met his match (yeah)

And now his odds are stacked

I think he's met his match

I'm wild, but he's mad