What a backwards kind of temper
For the sunny of a view
You’re so good at asking questions
That you know the answer to
I wish someway, somehow
What’s coming out of my mouth
Something poetic, something witty
Baby, can’t you see?
You’re so fucking pretty
You’re so fucking pretty
Baby, can’t you see?
You’re so fucking pretty
You’re so fucking pretty
Through your hang-ups and your triggers
I can see a side of you
It can blind me when it flickers
And it’s what I hold on to
Baby, can’t you see?
You’re so fucking pretty
You’re so fucking pretty
Baby, can’t you see?
You’re so fucking pretty
You’re so fucking pretty
Baby, can’t you see?
You’re so fucking pretty
Baby, can’t you see?
You’re so fucking pretty
Baby, can’t you see?
You’re so fucking pretty
You’re so fucking pretty
Other lyrics by Niall Horan:
Better Man
Now I’m in my head Muddy waters I’m not fond of Your body in my bed There’s no other, but I wonder How many times that you never said? How many smiles …
Boys Are Fun
She got a lease on a new apartment Her favourite bar right across the street Just got a dog and a job promotion Don’t need nobody else to make her happy I know …
Die If I Don’t
Just knowin’ you’re there In the same city, same air Does somethin’ funny to a man Those faint, shy feelings that I just can’t understand How am I …
Dinner Party
Picking up boxes with our teeth Playing games we’ve never played before I was loud as hell, you were so discreet So typical of me for sure Knives, forks And things …
End of an Era
We had it, pure magic Remembering what it was like Time passes so fast that I couldn’t tell you goodbye Two strings crying ‘bout coming undone Shadows …