Lyrics:
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not
I got a pretty new truck
Had some pretty good luck
And some pretty red wine I'm sippin'
Got a pretty guitar
With a white pick guard
And a pretty
me, pretty baby
Don't you know you're gonna hurt me so
Well I'm gonna tell my mother,
I'm gonna talk to my father too
Well I'm gonna tell my sweet
as me and it makes me cry
'Cause I remember you and I
Please don't tell me if it's true
Because I'm still in love with you
Pretty darlin' you my pretty
Cinderella cinderella, pretty pretty pretty cinderella
It's late now
While your lips were kissin' mine
I forgot to watch the time
And I'm sorry
I'm marked for life, pretty beat up
I'm marked for life, pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty
pretty baby
Don't you know you're gonna hurt me so
Well I'm gonna tell my mother
I'm gonna talk to my father too
Well I'm gonna tell my sweet mother
pretty baby
Don't you know you're gonna hurt me so
Well I'm gonna tell me mother
I'm gonna talk to my father too
Lord I'm gonna tell my sweet mother
pretty baby
Don't you know you're gonna hurt me so
Well I'm gonna tell my mother
I'm gonna talk to my father too
Well I'm gonna tell my sweet mother
I'm told (She has never told)
Whoa
But where's my spark in the dark?
Glow glow glow see'mon glow
The funky pretty flame in my heart
Me and my
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
But she doesn't have a lot to say
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl
But she changes from day to day
I wanna tell
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too
they won't tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that
and they Prada say Fela
I ain't gotta tell ya they know about me huh
Come to D.C. and I can make you a believer
See baby I'm a leader they always from
I'm a hard case that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case so buy me something to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
But if you leave me, pretty baby
Don't you know you're gonna hurt me so
Well I'm gonna tell my mother
I'm gonna talk to my father too
Well I'm gonna
All that ass she walkin' 'round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be
you're the type for me
Hey pretty baby, you're the type for me
I'll be good to you, you'll be trusting me
[Chorus]
Hey pretty baby, sure look good
Everybody loves a baby
That's why I'm in love with you
Pretty baby, pretty baby
And I'd like to be your sister
Brother, dad and mother too
lady when I tell her
The I do indeed love to smell her
Sopping wet your pink umbrella
Do the dog with Isabella
I'm so in love yes with an artist
Everybody loves a baby
That's why I'm in love with you
Pretty baby, pretty baby
And I'd like to be your sister
Brother, dad and mother too
away and twist some parsley
Stop and chill, these days I do it sparsely
In another universe I coulda had a stroller and a car seat, word
They tell me
away and twist some parsley
Stop and chill, these days I do it sparsely
In another universe I coulda had a stroller and a car seat, word
They tell me
Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with
you
Tell your mom and your papa, I'm a little schoolboy too
Come on now pretty baby, I just
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