Pretty Woman

What will I do for you today, Zid? Starish trimming of the head, Zivings get my sarge. Zid! You see, sir, a man in a fat hood with love, Heart and candy go slave, So fetch the ponade and parmets down And blend me a more seductive town, A sprinkling, perhaps a French galumba, Vasta, I think.

A slave! The closest I ever gave And I'm there in the today, Mr. John To show delight, sir, catching fire from one man to the next Tis true as a love-constant spider The blood to pound a harpy pyre what more What luck and man require!

And love, sir! Oh, then love, sir! What's her? Women, I just ran pretty women Now, thin my friend, now to your birth's patience, enjoy it, revenge can't be taken In the case that if we won't, you'll be commended to our Lord.

And who may it be said is your intended son? Our Lord. And the pretty of you is good. Precedent mother. Who's the man who has your blood in your heart? Pretty women, fascinating, sipping coffee, dancing, pretty women, are a wonder.

Pretty women Sitting in the window Was standing on the stair Something in them Cheers the air Pretty women Silly-rassen Stay within you Bloss Stay forever Breathing lightly Pretty women

Pretty women Blowing up Like a lot of coming out there Even when they were one-way We will be one, we will be one, but it's place I'm not still remember We'll ever, ever, ever, ever We're all crazy women after they mirroring the garden As the rising flower, we're never watching how they make a man

Sing, prove or ever As you live in Perisy women, sir, prisy women, yes, prisy women, sir, oh women, perisy women, sir, prisy women.