He's triggered by the rise
Of their suburban eyes
He likes to stroke the curls
Of pretty baby girls
Of their suburban eyes
He likes to stroke the curls
Of pretty baby girls
And he will never make it on the hit parade
Oh no...
Behind the counter selling health and beauty aids
In the name of:
CHORUS
Pretty Girls, Pretty Girls
Look good on you
Pretty Girls, Pretty Girls
Look good on you
He reserves the luxury
Of feline company
Femme fatale is all he needs
To measure his heroic deeds
Another trying day behind the canopy (madonna!)
He's nurtured by a planned well-tanned philosophy
For the love of:
CHORUS
Pretty Girls, Pretty Girls
Look good on you
Pretty Girls, Pretty Girls
Look good on you
BRIDGE
And he will never make it on the hit parade
Oh no...
Behind the counter selling health and beauty aids
In the name of:
Pretty Girls...
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