Pretty Lyrics - Singles - The Rumours

Descending the stairway 

You lead us to ruin 

Remember the last time you felt it was coming back 

The silent crescendo 

It gives us a gentle blow 

It tempts you to falter 

And leads you from what you know 

You judged me wrong, so here's your song 

Count your blessings 

You're such a waste 

Soon you'll taste all my hatred 

Pretty 

You are just a little bit ugly inside 

Still you fix your hair under the electric glare 

Leave me wasted 

But it really is you who should cry 

I feared you, but it's just a memory