Pretty things are safe, right? That’s how they get you. Pink light, bright eyes Tiny bow, big surprise Soft voice, cute shoes Guess who learned to chew? You think glitter cannot grin You think sweet means let you win But every little candy spark Has a craving-bright little part Smile wider. Bite later. Cute is just good camouflage. Pretty things digest too Pink little grin and a warning for you Pretty things digest too Cute is a stomach with a view Pretty things digest too Sugar candy fangs can swallow you Pretty things digest too Watch the sweet turn true Tiny laughs and glossy eyes Hide the sharpest appetite Pretty things digest too Careful what you call cute She does the wink, I do the shove We both know what you’re thinking of You followed sparkles into traps Now hear the bassline start to snap Pretty is not permission, dear Pretty can make snack-wish clear If you underestimate the sweet You volunteered to be the treat I can bounce and clap and sing Still be such a dangerous thing I can blush and bare my cute knives Hide the chorus underneath Every snack can change the plot Every prey can want a lot Every pretty little tune Can become a sugar jaw too soon Am I adorable? Unfortunately. Am I harmless? Not remotely. Good. Pretty things digest too Sugar teeth can swallow you Pretty things digest too Watch the sweet turn true Tiny laughs and glossy eyes Hide the sharpest appetite Pretty things digest too Careful what you call cute Still think I’m sweet? She is. That’s the problem.
