Текст песни Pretty Thing

Taking pictures of the boys Passed out in your bed True collector till the end You burned your bridges well With games of kiss and tell Left me twisting in the wind You occupy your days Walking through a maze Convincing everyone you've got a lot to say You're such a pretty thing ... I taught you everything you know When you first came to town Buying drinks until you drowned So many wasted nights The blood lay an your hands Trying to make amends But you're spilling on your dress The gypsy's on the move But the caravan remains New backdrop but same old play You're such a pretty thing... I taught you everything you know