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a girl in the bar
Walked up beside him
And this is what she said

She said, a woman came by
With a letter for you
And this is what the letter said
Who!

Pretty woman, walking down the street!
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet!
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you must be true
No one can
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you; you're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
the mind, have you got the mind

Here she comes walking
Here she comes talking
I do believe it's Madame Joy
She's walking by that old street corner
just the woman in me, baby
That's just the woman walking on you

And if your feet can't find the floor
And your key won't fit the door
And you
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
Whoo!
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, it must be true
No one can
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street, pretty woman
The kind I like to meet, pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman walkin' down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
You cannot fake it. Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone

Yeah the world is crazy
All these crazy people keep walking up, walking down the streets
They,
Pretty woman walkin' down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street.
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet,
Pretty woman, I don't believe you.
You're not the truth.
No one
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could
It makes me wonder when I grow to be that age
Will I be walking down the street begging for your spare change

Or will I grow that old?
Will I still be
The woman is out on her own. 
Walking the streets, sad and alone. 
Yes she sells herself for nickles and dimes. 
These are hard times for a Harlem
Street
Playing that funky music
Drinking that funky gin

Gotta be a pistol 
Gotta be a gun
Gotta be one strange phenomenon
Down in Memphis
Yeah
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman

I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look
a street walker
I get by being a funny talker
All those funny jokes sting, so keep walking

And the hail falls hard
And the wind whips my face
And I'm
the woman in me, baby
That's just the woman in me, baby
That's just the woman walking on you
Working on you
Working on you
Working on you

'Cause I
money 
But I sure got a whole lotta love 
 
Well I'm walking down the street 
And my heart's feeling heavy 
Swaying with the beat 
'Cause I'm more
Pretty woman walking down the street
Pretty woman the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman I don't belive you it must be true
No one could look as good
the darkness
And let your rain fall in the desert.

As sure as gold is precious and the honey sweet,
So you love this city and you love these streets.
Every
Oscar was an angel and he used to walk the streets
Shoutin' out some prophecy to everyone he'd meet
He was a local fixture like a cop out on a beat