Pretty girl with the butterscotch hair Your eyes and the sunshine smile you wear I can see how you make his soul glow Pretty girl with the adventurous mind You envision so much you make me look blind You spark his life in ways I'll never know And I won't hate you, but, oh, it stings How does it feel to be adored by him? Pretty girl, there's no need to fret 'Cause it's midnight, he's drunk and you're the one in his head You don't even have to try at all Pretty girl, oh, he looks at you As if life is perfect and the world is new In those moments I just feel so small And I won't hate you, but, oh, it stings How does it feel to be adored by him? How stupid to think that I could compare To the pretty girl with the butterscotch hair Yes, so stupid to think that I could compare To the pretty girl with the butterscotch hair And I won't hate you but, oh, it stings How does it feel to be adored by him? Him Him