Lyrics:
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
Now the street walking dead
Was quite a scene, wasn't it?
For the lost and misled
Were promised seats by the pit
We will break away together
I'll
the strongest man that ever lived on earth
One day while Samson was walking along
He looked down on a the ground and saw an old jaw bone
He stretched out his
She was a woman sawed in half
It was done by a bad magician
There was a point at which she just had to laugh
You could appreciate her position
Her
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
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
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'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'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'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'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'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'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
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
The Chinese have a saying: "Dangerous men will meet in our streets."
And so it was. We were raised between the clans,
And that meant pressure
tune that the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly and sentimental
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her
tune that the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly and sentimental
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her
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
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,
The Martian walker
Use your feet upon that grey concrete street
To step inside the quiet city on a misty night in early June,
over grassy seams
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
to A street
And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads by
Walking down the street in L.A.
Caught in the middle of a heat wave
Pass by the star of John Wayne
And I think to myself how times change
Now, where
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