Oh, pretty woman
sure's the rising sun.
Says all your cheap paint and powder

ain't gonna help you none.



'Cause she's a pretty woman
right down to her bone.
So you might as well

leave your skin alone.



Pretty woman,
what's the matter with you?
Can't make you love me

no matter what I do.



Oh, pretty woman,
whatcha gonna do?
You kept on foolin' around

till I got stuck on you.



So you can drop your mess
and come down off your throne,
stop using my poor heart

as just a stepping stone.



Pretty woman,
what's the matter with you?
Can't make you love me

no matter what I do.