She looks like Molly Ringwald
She's beautiful to me
Her body, a coke bottle
Coke model beautiful

She looks like Molly Ringwald
She's beautiful to me
Her body, a coke bottle
Coke model beautiful

I pulled Molly Ringwald home
They say I gotta sweet sixteen
She's a killa like Christine
So pristine, just nineteen
The kind you find in wet dreams
Pretty in pink born February 18th
80's baby raised on John Hughes movies
Cheerleader, even treat me like a nerd or bully
Smokin' weed in the upstairs library

I called her, left a message
But she never called me back
But I fucked her, pretty good though
But she never called me back

She looks like, Molly Ringwald
She's beautiful to me
Her body, a coke bottle
Coke model beautiful

Now she has tattoos, wears ducky type shoes
Hangs out with punk rock dudes
Hardcore shows and PBR rules
Knees skinned up and legs are all bruised
She looks so used, her friends are confused
Cocaine's a hell of a drug is her excuse

But I still like you
I still like you
I still like you
I still like you

She looks like Molly Ringwald
She's beautiful to me
Her body, a coke bottle
Coke model beautiful

She looks like, Molly Ringwald
She's beautiful to me
Her body, a coke bottle
Coke model beautiful


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