Lyrics:
[Pretty Boy]
Yo Fox and $hort, yo
Don't let that pretty shit fool you, yo
I ain't pay that bitch phone bill
[Foxy]
This is for all my ballin' ass
corner, if they do
You can't tell your pa and mama
Where we're goin' 'til after we've been there
'Cause it might make their poor heads worry
carry shame with him? (Pretty sweet)
I'm sure she did it out of spite
'twas her decision at birth (Pretty sweet)
Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor
Rosy cheeks and turned up nose and curly hair
I'm raving 'bout my baby now
Pretty little dimples here and dimples there
Don't want to live without
some pretty jive
Prettier jive than I've ever heard from
Any man alive
He called me "Baby," 'n "Honey"
Messed wit m'head, tol' me he'd show me
you're desired
But only by the fellows who soon grow tired,
My poor little Glad Rag Doll!
You're just a pretty little toy the boys like to play with,
that
Pretty good life
I’m not rich by a long shot
But I’m not poor either
Private independent school
But no lake or a fire
I have to make myself
We've gone to the moon
Done it pretty soon
Countries where in war
Didn't care about poor
Now the time has come
Space is on
We can dream again
Leave
To what I might think if he didn't die happy
Least he didn't die poor
And you're still kinda pretty
Mrs rosemary Moore
Stop leaving tears on the floor
I
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep you little baby
When you wake, you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays,
I'll make up my mind, stay by my side
Talk cheap until I make amends
Use your pretty words on me, my dear
It always works, I guess
My pride, she
and took the mirror off
Pretty sorry way to repay an old friend
Zoned out and crashed into a rear end
My poor car you're all I have
I should've never treated
lifestyle she living one way
Fast fast fast making money all day
Travel through the night looking for her new prey
Pray that poor ain't a sucker
Spend his
Oh yes
Oh yes
Oh yes
I'm undefeated, never lost!
It's pretty, oh yes
It's pretty, oh yes
Said it's pretty, pretty good, huh?
Said it's pretty, pretty
like my lungs pound
Before I enter the shitter I'm feeling pretty pumped
A sore sight of litter starting to get really slumped
The poor taste of liquor
a fortress
Now I'm just home less
Life of a poet
Turnin' words into
Portraits
I made a promise
Never to forget
People who helped me
When I was a poor mess
Rosy cheeks and turned up nose and curly hair
I'm raving 'bout my baby now
Pretty little dimples here and dimples there
Don't want to live without
a road
Through another big place
CHORUS
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised world
Poor bruised you
Poor bruised me
Poor
never reveal it (hey!)
All of sudden I'll be your pen pal
Anytime mi open the letter box
All of the letter, and none for me
Poor me, poor, pretty me
Now the way things look around this town
Better find a pretty woman before the sun goes down
If you need a place to lay your head
Find a pretty
Who shines from the land of the rising sun?
Lookin' so pretty on the dancin' floor?
I wanna be with you just a little more
Turn it on like
C'mon let me hold you, want you for keeps
When you say frog this poor boy leaps
Pretty girl, oh, pretty girl
Well I got a lot of money and I need
ways
Oh Willy, oh Willy, I'm scared of your ways
Scared you might lead my poor body astray
Polly, pretty Polly, you've guessed just about right
silver screen
And money can buy pretty things
But money can’t buy you
The happiness you seek
Would you rather have a rich man
Or a poor man like me?
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