Pretty Face

I'd rather see a pretty face

I'd rather see a pretty face

I'd rather see a pretty face

Than someone like you



I can see him in the papers

Now I see him on TV

He keeps talking like he knows it all now

How every little thing really should be

Nothing he says makes sense though

He gets it wrong

He's addicted to his own voice

And he's been that way too long



I'd rather see a pretty face

I'd rather see a pretty face

I'd rather see a pretty face

Than someone like you



When I woke up this morning

I couldn't believe my eyes

I turned on the telly yawning

And there he was, throwing the dice

In some stupid game show

As he always is

He's just another media hype

Do I have to put up with this?



I'd rather see a pretty face

I'd rather see a pretty face

I'd rather see a pretty face

Than someone like you