The Pretty Little ThingsThe Pretty Little ThingsThe boy throws the trash and kicks the canTaken back by the mechanical manThe girl in the scarlet chucks and Windsor tieManages to conceal her ingenious lieShe sold her soul at personal expenseDoing so with a perfect moral senseAnd she sees all the pretty little thingsLike mannequins waiting for the snowShe throws back her head and singsAnd so beings the shadow puppet showThe boy with the force to break the fuseA cause for many of those loose screwsThe girl torn from head to toeHer face raining a tidal flowYet adore him still in her own rightAttracted like a fly to UV lightAnd she sees