Sitting pretty

Alright Yeah, I'm sitting pretty, but I'll leave you scarred 'Bout to pop some bottles on the fuckin' boulevard (Okay)

I'm gonna sleep 'cause you live in my daydreams Sitting pretty in the prime of life I'm so tasty and the price is right

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. I'm crying.

I think that's the reason you haven't reached me And yeah, I missed my flight But in the meantime I'm sitting pretty in jail So recently I'm hanging alone in her apartment

If you love me, you‘ll be honest with me I’d try my best but you really don’t care, like, oh Ain't no sitting pretty I be ballin‘ Baby I’m a singer people callin’

Go buy some new friends With your golden ticket 'Cause you are sitting pretty Yet still feeling lonely

If you love me, you’ll be honest with me I’d try my best but you really don’t care, like, oh Ain’t no sitting pretty I be ballin’ Baby I’m a singer people callin’

For the betterment of evils And your ways around the laws That keep you up and sitting pretty On a pedestal or bed

Very narrow getting away Marinero, Marinero sea But I'm sitting pretty today

Very narrow getting away Marinero, Marinero sea But I'm sitting pretty today

Who's that mister Answering so courteously So well pronounced and sitting pretty Oh what a tone, oh what a bow

Take the pill, make it too real The other day I forgot my old address I'm sitting pretty on the throne There's nothing more I want, except to be alone

Why should I care? Why should I care? Girls of fifteen

We are better days Now you're sitting pretty in my brain Sitting pretty living in me You're a part of every word I say

In that town of Tula When a young girl passed by Sitting pretty on her mule

You bring your demons home at night They’re sitting pretty in a pipe But am I any better when I’m sleeping next to mine?

So please believe me when I say I'm the Clerkenwell Kid And you're just sitting pretty in the city all alone Come and join me

Oh Oh Oh Oh, Po-Dunk! Bible by the bed and a bottle sitting pretty Pigskin on the TV, bacon in a skillet

Obviously it does not exist Because you have not felt it Safe, sitting pretty, just laughing You behind the glass

Because I'm crazy You're sitting pretty with your Botox skin You look so proud with that shit eating grin