Hailey Whitters - Pretty Boy Lyrics

It ain't the number on a barbell
Or the notches on your belt
Not the stack of twelve ounce curl PBRs
That you're givin' hell

It ain't the locker-room talk
Or the shiner on your eye
Not the pat on your back when your old man asks
"How'd you leave the other guy?"
That makes you a man
Hard to understand

You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marching band, real McCoy
The skinny kid, that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise
Being strong ain't so pretty boy

So you're not the quarterback
Coal rollin' in a truck that's jacked
Not tough enough 'cause you don't have a buck with enough points on a rack
No, it ain't all that

You're the pretty boy, the funny boy
The trumpet in a marching band, real McCoy
The skinny kid, that don't fit in
You've always been a little bit different
Gotta sing your song in the middle of all their noise
Being strong ain't so pretty boy, oh
It ain't so pretty boy, ooh

They say it's a negative that you're sensitive
But mama always said that's that's a positive

So take the high road, hold onto hope
Beat to your own drum and let it fill your soul
Stay humble kid, you won't fit in
You'll always be a little different
So sing your song in the middle of their noise
Yeah, sing that song in the middle of that noise

Stay strong, pretty boy