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Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman, I dont believe you
You're not the truth
No one could look

generation destroyed by madness
Starving hysterical naked
Dragging themselves through the
Negro streets at
Dawn looking for an angry fix
Angel headed hipsters

Run Tha Streetz

The Storm

All Eyez on Me

1996

do)
I'll be waitin' (I gotta run the streets, you know?)

You can run the streets with your thugs (I ain't no clean-up, woman)
I'll be waitin' for

the Scorpion nah disappear
Put my hand on the bible woman and swear
'Cause anytime you pass me by is like a nuclear
Explosion somewhere in the atmosphere
I can

all by myself
Like no woman ever should
But I'll dare
If my bones break, they'll heal
I'm walking to the edge
The wind I feel on my face
I think my fate

embarrassing derelicts
So fuck sparing my feet i walking

One night I went for a walk in the park, followed later by a spark in the dark 
The events of the day

you see
I can feel it in my Bones
By the end of the day I'll will make you say you love me
I can feel it in my Bones
You'll forgive me I promise you'll

Pretty Woman (Pretty Woman)


Pretty Woman, walking down the street
Pretty Woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty Woman, I don't believe you, you're

can feel it in my bones like them 8-0

Let me in that convent like they Gwynevere
Codeine dripping off of that Wockhardt chandelier
I need a bad bitch

make it and live
Finding comfort in the street but you still at risk
And forgotten by the world, God's still in the mist
You're known
Christ still

own.

You can have your street walkers
and your Honky Tonk Angels
I'll take my woman, I love my wife.
There ain't nothing quite like the
sweet loving she

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

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

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

Sobb Story

Leaders of the New School

Total Devastation: The Best of Busta Rhymes

2001

[Busta Rhymes]
Remember the days when I was walking and talking
Doing what I gotta do, doing what we want to do
Off into my walked dawn missions,

Pretty Woman

The Overtones

Saturday Night at the Movies

2013

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 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 true.
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 look

Harlem Woman

Roy Orbison

Roy Orbison Sings/Memphis/Milestones

2004

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

Revival

Robin Mark

Shout to the North

2002

the way of the Lord

Sure as gold is precious and the honey sweet
So you love this city and you love these streets
Every child out playing by their own

On chapter one I saw the streets through the eyes of the spirit
Things I saw felt like forever but it was just a minute
I saw kid lose his soul for

Pretty woman walking down the street
Pretty woman the kinda I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you

You're not the truth
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