Текст песни Pretty Girls

He's triggered by the rise 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...