The Quireboys
Pretty Girls
Went to see her just this morning
To see how the child might be
She sat there smokin' all my cigarette's
At a table set for three
I could have cried
I could have cried when she said
I don't love you any more
I was slain and shown the door
Ain't no room here anymore
Please don't look to me for help
All the pain is with yourself
All the blame is with yourself
So I went and seen my friend's
I tried to turn to them for help
And all that any of them said
You gotta look out for yourself
I could have cried
I could have cried and she said
I don't love you any more
I was slain and shown the door
Ain't no room here anymore
Please don't look to me for help
All the pain is with yourself
All the blame is with yourself
Oh, you're all I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Every time I see your face
Reminds me baby, of what we had
I get so lonely, ooh ya ya ya
All our lives, I've been down
Always seemed in badness
I see my friend's every night
But even God don't care any less, oh ya
I could have cried
I could have cried wen she said
I don't love you any more
I was slain and shown the door
Ain't no room here anymore
Please don't look to me for help
All the pain is with yourself
All the blame is with yourself