Pretty Thing

You wanted a debutante and knew I was a diplomat
Well, how can you get mad at that?
Well, how can you get mad at that?
You wanted a racing dog and knew I’d never liked the tracks
How could you blame me for that?
How could you blame me for that?

You’re looking like your father: Little bigger, little blighter
You’re a consequence of love and liars
And from your fool’s gold I’ll get wiser
Did you just see, in me, what you wanted to be?
And did you make me believe, for the sake of your own validity?

I’m not guiltless, either, I was keeping you as a pet
Filling time with you instead of lying lonely in my bed
My dear, how your face has changed so suddenly
With this turn of events, but it gets left unaddressed!

You were my pretty thing
Always were my pretty thing
How do you leave a pretty thing behind?
You were my pretty thing
Always were my pretty thing
How do you leave such a pretty thing alone, alone?

(All of them at once!!!!!!)