All the pretty ones

All the pretty ones with painted faces and beautiful hair
They gracefully breeze past you without a care
We praise them with letters and gifts
Yet fight over them with heavy fists
Full of sin but beauty captivates us
Oh my darling why cause such a fuss
As time go's by you wonder why
Once you where the apple of my eye
Now your just another whore
So make me a sandwich and get back on the floor