I used to eat too much, but now I don't eat enough And my friends worry that my grip will never loosen up I'll paint myself into who I want to be But the paintbrush is all bloody Because the palette that I use Is my body I want to see My ribs staring back at me I'd do anything just to be A pretty boy, pretty boy Pretty boy, pretty boy Pretty boy, a pretty boy Pretty boy, pretty boy Nutritional facts control my life YouTube ads say it's only right ♪ Pretty boy, pretty boy Pretty boy, pretty boy Pretty boy, a pretty boy Pretty boy, pretty boy Pretty boy, pretty boy (I'll never be a pretty boy) Pretty boy, pretty boy (So I'll just go back to sleep) Pretty boy, pretty boy (No, I'll never be a pretty boy) Pretty boy, pretty boy (So I'll just go back to sleep)