I used to eat too much, but now I don't eat enough
And my friends worry that my grip will never loosen up
I'll paint myself into who I want to be
But the paintbrush is all bloody
Because the palette that I use
Is my body

I want to see
My ribs staring back at me
I'd do anything just to be

A pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, a pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy

Nutritional facts control my life
YouTube ads say it's only right

Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy
Pretty boy, a pretty boy
Pretty boy, pretty boy

Pretty boy, pretty boy (I'll never be a prеtty boy)
Pretty boy, pretty boy (So I'll just go back to sleep)
Pretty boy, prеtty boy (No, I'll never be a pretty boy)
Pretty boy, pretty boy (So I'll just go back to sleep)