She shoots into your brain like a high
Pretty woman wanna make you mine
With a touch this boy seems to fly
Pretty woman wanna make you mine
The days they seem bright
When I see your hair of night
Without you I might fall from a knot
Pretty woman I would fall from a knot
Love is a clutching from drowning
It is a chemical for burning
A soul that is yearning
Pretty woman I am pining
To be mine, to be mine,
To be mine.
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