Sitting Pretty - Iconique

Beauty in the half-light

A dog beneath the days

But you’re gorgeous when you’re lit right

And painted at the face

Now charcoal up your eyes

And pray your hypnotized

You’re sitting pretty

And that’s a pity

Crowding at your throne

Cause your sitting pretty

Cutting at your throat

When the gold goes grey

Crowding at your throne

Cause you’re sitting pretty

But pretty’s gonna fade

Now we’ll anglicize your name

Chisel you to art

We’ll whisper in your ear (Come over here)

And holler in the heart

Your sitting pretty

And that’s a pity

Crowding at your throne

Cause your sitting pretty

Cutting at your throat

When the gold goes grey

Crowding at your throne

Cause you’re sitting pretty

But pretty’s gonna fade

Girls I know this town

There’s thunder in the tinsel

Take a look around, now

There’s a steel bodice

A soft machine

Beneath each sequined gown

They’ll be

Crowding at your throne

Cutting at your throat

Crowding at your throne

Oh

Crowding at your throne

Cause your sitting pretty

Cutting at your throat

When the gold goes grey

Crowding at your throne

Cause you’re sitting pretty

But pretty’s gonna fade

Ooh, I see you sitting pretty, pretty baby

Ooh, I see you sitting pretty, pretty