Lyrics:
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 could
Opened my eyes to a new kind of way
All the good times that you saved
Are you feeling
You feeling that way too?
Or am I just
Am I just a fool?
to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good
message over to you now
When you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person you really are now
I'll be so good
I wish I could
Get
Give me a little old fashioned love the kind that lingers through the years
The kind that's made by God up above give me a little old fashioned love
Looking for that good kind thing
I can tell by the way you're acting
You know exactly what I mean
There's no harm done, I know you're the one
You don't
Woo
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
that you couldn't love another
I can't help it, you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
This better be a right love
Can't be a fly by night love
That kind of love only last temporary
You gotta have a girl who needs you
Looking good
alive, I am what I am and I'm
Damn good to be a no good, hooded by
The wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
They call me the wickedest man
She wore that fallin' out of love, look
I even swore by the good book
Still the last lie I told her
Was the one she couldn't believe
No more
the bumpers, always playing clean.
He plays by intuition, The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid, Sure plays a mean pinball.
He's a pinball
that you couldn't love another
I can't help it, you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
want to be like that gal on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods and how she could deliver
The Lorelei
She used
Listen to the engine, listen to the bell
As the last fire truck from hell
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying,
It's the last temptation
The last
want to be like that gal on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods and how she could deliver
The Lorelei
She used
she was just that kind
Seems like all her dreams were spent
On the boys that came and went
But the promises were all but left behind
She was good
thing that hurts is the memory
Of having once lived by myself
And I've tried every kind of woman
I said woman, put my love out on the shelf
Took
(You, you) you're my kind of present
(Yeah you, you) you're my kind of present
(You're my) you're my, my angel from heaven
So go and tell Santa,
I have decided
I'm gonna live like a believer
Turn my back on the deceiver
I'm gonna live what I believe
I have decided
Being good is just
have I none
Yet shall we be merry, hey ho, nobody home
Hey ho, nobody home
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear,
The way you move is like a full on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless that should send me running
But I kinda know
have I none)
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey ho, nobody home
Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear,
Jesus our brother kind and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude.
And the friendly beasts around him stood
Jesus our brother, kind and good.
"I,"
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