Pretty (Album Version|Edited) - The Weeknd

Lyrics by：QUENNEVILLE/Jason Matthew/TESFAYE/ABEL/HOLLEMON/BRANDON

Composed by：QUENNEVILLE/Jason Matthew/TESFAYE/ABEL/HOLLEMON/BRANDON

Somebody told me it was pointless for me to come back

Into your arms

Said you f**ked another man

Finally I knew this day would come

Whoa oh-oh

'Cause I see fear in your eyes

You've been living out your life

As long as you know that when I land you're mine

It's been exactly 365 since I've seen your face

I've been livin' on the road

And you've been livin' all alone at home

Girl I hope he made you satisfied

Kimochi

Well baby I won't cry

As long as you know that when I land you're mine

And you will never feel so pretty

And you will never feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh when I make it there

There are certain things that I've come to understand

Expectations can kill a simple man simple woman woah

I try to master the art of that far away love

But only so much can keep a woman warm

Now it's times like this that I say to myself

We've been livin' in a cold cold world cold world

But at least I have you to rely

Even if for a short time

As long as you know that when I land you're mine

And you will never feel so pretty

And you will never feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh when I make it there

And he can't make you feel this pretty

No he won't make you feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh when I make it there

And you will never feel so pretty

And you will never feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh when I make it there

And he can't make you feel this pretty

No he won't make you feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh when I make it there

And you will never feel so pretty

And you will never feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh when I make it there

And he can't make you feel this pretty

No he won't make you feel this beautiful

When I make it there

Oh when I make it there

Quand une putain de colombe blanche chante sa chanson

C'est tout ce qu'on entend

Les jours se défilent comme de la ficelle dans le vent

Embobiné dans ma toile je les dévoile à nouveau

10 ans mon ami que rien d'autre ne compte

Elle n'était qu'une gamine à ce moment

Souffrant d'un cœur brisé une douleur très profonde

C'est là où je l'ai aperçue seule prête à entamer ses 17 ans