It Ain
Lady Antebellum Lyrics


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Had a feeling, I was feeling alright
But it just happened to be Saturday night
I put my lipstick on a little too bright
Then I took a deep breathe and started to drive

He'd let me in without a cover charge
Found my way to the back of the bar
Peeled the corners of a cocktail napkin
Watching everybody smiling, laughing

I just bought a drink
Downtown all alone
Searching through the names
Getting lost in my cellphone
It ain't pretty, it ain't pretty
When a heart breaks

Made my way to the bathroom mirror
Standing next to some girl spilling beer
She didn't notice I was drying my tears
Just look at me now, God, how'd I get here?

'Cause I just kissed a boy
And I barely even knew his name
I let him take me by the hand
Hold me close while our old song played
It ain't pretty, it ain't pretty
When a heart breaks

I almost dialed your number
To remind you what you did
But I think it might be better
To just let this night end

So, I just called a cab
Outside it's starting to rain
I got my high heels in my hand
Oh I'm ready for the walk of shame
It ain't pretty, it ain't pretty
It ain't pretty
When a heart breaks

I just bought a drink, it ain't pretty




I just kissed a boy, it ain't pretty
I just called a cab

Overall Meaning

Lady Antebellum's song "It Ain't Pretty" paints a picture of a heartbreaking Saturday night out. The singer starts by feeling like she's doing alright but ultimately ends up in tears after dancing with a boy she barely knows. She finds herself in the bathroom staring at herself in the mirror next to a girl spilling beer. She considers calling her ex to remind him what he did to her, but ultimately decides to let this night end. She calls a cab and gets ready for the walk of shame.


The song explores the theme of broken hearts and the choices we make to cope with the pain. The singer tries to escape the hurt she's feeling by going out with friends, but it only leads to more heartache. She kisses a boy on the dance floor but, instead of feeling better, it only reminds her of the love she's lost. The song is a reminder that even though heartbreak may be inevitable, we have the choice to how we respond to it.


Line by Line Meaning

Had a feeling, I was feeling alright
I felt good and comfortable with myself.


But it just happened to be Saturday night
The day of the week was not relevant, it was just a coincidence.


I put my lipstick on a little too bright
I wanted to look my best for a night out and may have gone a bit overboard with my makeup.


Then I took a deep breathe and started to drive
I got in the car and started to go to a bar or a club.


He'd let me in without a cover charge
The bouncer let me in for free, without charging me for admission.


Found my way to the back of the bar
I went towards the back of the establishment, maybe to find someplace to sit.


Peeled the corners of a cocktail napkin
I tore the edges of a napkin and played around with it.


Watching everybody smiling, laughing
I observed the patrons around me who appear to be enjoying themselves.


I just bought a drink
I purchased a beverage for myself.


Downtown all alone
I am in a downtown area by myself.


Searching through the names
I am looking for someone in my contacts, most likely my reason for feeling upset.


Getting lost in my cellphone
I am getting absorbed into my phone, trying to find someone to talk to, trying to feel better.


It ain't pretty, it ain't pretty
This emotional state isn't a good one, it isn't something I would typically feel good about.


Made my way to the bathroom mirror
I moved over to the bathroom to check my makeup.


Standing next to some girl spilling beer
I was standing next to a girl who was making a mess with her drink.


She didn't notice I was drying my tears
The other girl was too preoccupied to notice that I was crying.


Just look at me now, God, how'd I get here?
I am feeling down and questioning how I managed to find myself in this state.


'Cause I just kissed a boy
I engaged in a brief physical interaction with a guy.


And I barely even knew his name
I don't know much about this person, I didn't even know his name.


I let him take me by the hand
I let the guy take my hand willingly.


Hold me close while our old song played
We danced close to each other while a song that held an emotional significance for me played.


It ain't pretty, it ain't pretty
The situation isn't good, it's not ideal.


I almost dialed your number
I almost called someone I was trying to forget.


To remind you what you did
I was considering reminding them of something they did wrong that hurt my feelings.


But I think it might be better
I decided it was probably better to leave the situation as it is.


To just let this night end
I simply wanted to let this evening pass and end it.


So, I just called a cab
I called for a cab.


Outside it's starting to rain
It's starting to rain outside.


I got my high heels in my hand
I'm carrying my high heels to avoid walking in them.


Oh I'm ready for the walk of shame
I'm ready to experience the feeling of shame that comes with taking a cab ride alone at night.


It ain't pretty, it ain't pretty
This situation is far from desirable.


It ain't pretty
I want to emphasize how bad it feels to have a broken heart.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Written by: ERIC PASLAY, NICHOLLE ANNE GALYON

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Comments from YouTube:

Minenhle Mkhize

I always picture the visuals of this song everytime I'm listening to it

Pamela Newman

Me too

Emma Gilkey

"Hold me close while our old song played."

Minenhle Mkhize

I can literally see her walking the walk of shame

Educação fisica

Oootimo!

Pamela Newman

This song is fire 🔥

Eric Van Boekel

been there done that…..great song

Minenhle Mkhize

Beautiful story line... I even visualised the lyrics

Morgan Garrett

The "old some plate" part, is "our old song played" c:

Shannon Dempsey

Story of my life...

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