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...