When I was. A little baby. A mamma's boy. No one could save me. From those kids at school. They would bully. They would tease. They would taunt me. Haunt me. "You're such a pretty boy". "You're such a pretty boy". "You're such a pretty boy". "You're such a pretty boy". Fear. I grew up so scared. The bible belt. Redneck lifestyle. One day i'll fly free. In the airplanes. "Where's my seat?. Where's my champagne?". Champange. I'm such a pretty boy. I'm such a pretty boy. I'm such a pretty boy. I'm such a pretty boy. Heaven knows the lengths. I'd go to please them every day. They dont even notice. When I'm down. Such a pretty boy. Such a pretty boy. Such a pretty boy. I'm such a pretty boy. Hotels were closed. And the airport was clean. I was stranded alone. In my southwest dream. Hotels were closed. And the airport was clean. I was stranded alone. In my southwest dream