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The Grascals (The Grascals) · The Grascals (The Grascals) · Broadway Melody of 1936/Broadway Melody of 1940 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Brokedown Melody (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Disco Fox [Music & Melody] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Melody Dancer (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Melody Without Words (Monika Herzig) · Lost in a Melody [CD #1] (Delays) · Unchained Melody (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Stardust Melody: 21 Essential Classics (Hoagy Carmichael) – and 90 other albums »


sunny weather goes with the month of may. 
I've studied girls and music,
So I'm qualified to say 

A pretty girl is like a melody
That haunts you
weather goes with the month of May. 
I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say 

A pretty girl is like a melody that haunts you night
weather goes with the month of May. 
I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say 

A pretty girl is like a melody that haunts you night
sunny weather goes with the month of May. 
I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say 

A pretty girl is like a melody that haunts you night
sunny weather goes with the month of May. 
I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say 

A pretty girl is like a melody that haunts you night
weather goes with the month of May. 
I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say 

A pretty girl is like a melody that haunts you night
weather goes with the month of May. 
I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say 

[Chorus]
A pretty girl is like a melody that haunts you
weather goes with the month of May. 
I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say 

A pretty girl is like a melody that haunts you night
All the people gather round
And see the sun set high
Leaders and your disused milk
Will quietly pass you by

What will it be
My melody will set
sunny weather goes with the month of may. 
I've studied girls and music,
So I'm qualified to say 

A pretty girl is like a melody
That haunts you
place
Without a star in sight
I simply crave your lovely gaze
Star shine down on me

Hey handsome you
By now I guess
You're more than pretty pretty
And then he asks me, why don't I come to his flat
And have some supper and let the evening pass by
By playing records besides a groovy hi-fi
I say yeh yeh,
want to, sweetie?

Hear pretty, pretty music
Coming from the street down below
And the melody carries
Won't you sing with me sweetie?

We'll walk
by the sea
O're the water to Kintyre
The pretties pace you'll ever see

To the pubs and bars of Oban
They're all proud of their old country
They're all
ditty, or maybe one by Conway Twitty
Ah, man you look so pretty wrapped up in daddy's arms

After dancin' all night long with here head on my shoulder
It's
Rainbow eyes, can you see me
I wanna walk the world in colors with you
Oh pretty rainbow eyes when you flash my way
Confetti and balloons it's a holiday
Speak to me in rhymes
And all kinds of pretty words to defend my world
Tell me it's divine that war keeps raging
Through my melodies and it's
Once a lonely caterpillar sat and cried
To a sympathetic beetle by his side
"I've got nobody to hug
I'm such an ugly bug"

Then a spider and a dragon
sings out the woodwinds sigh
The trumpets shout and the drums reply
With a crash and a bang as the whole she bang goes by

See the pretty lady toss
She wasn't very pretty,
She wasn't very smart,
But everything she said to him came strait from her heart.

Write a song about me,
Sing a song
Once a lonely caterpillar sat and cried,
To a sympathetic beetle by his side.
"I've got nobody to hug,
I'm such an ugly bug."

Then a spider
she doesn't seem to dig that
And then she asks me, why don't I come to her flat
And have some supper and let the evening pass by
By playing records,
And then he asks me, why don't I come to his flat
And have some supper and let the evening pass by
By playing records besides a groovy hi-fi
I say yeh yeh,
a melody that makes us one,
What we've got is louder than love
Louder than love

Oh you look just like your mom back when she was young
A pretty face
A young man strumming his guitar
in the corner of a bar
singing 'bout a brocken heart
for hours and hours
by closing time I face the fact
that