Pretty Girl Blues
I let a pretty girl hold...my last bottle of rum.
I let a pretty girl hold...my last bottle of rum.
She drank it with somebody else,
So, now I feel mighty dum!
I let a pretty girl eat up...all my food.
I let a pretty girl eat up...all my food.
She felt good afterwards,
But, I was still in a bad mood!
I let a pretty girl drive...my car one day.
I let a pretty girl drive...my car one day.
I let her drive anywhere she wanted,
But she never drove my way!
I once let a pretty girl...stay in my house.
I once let a pretty girl...stay in my house.
Then, she turned into a pest,
Just like a little mouse!
I never let a pretty girl...spend my money.
I never let a pretty girl...spend my money.
She ain't puttin' her hands in my pockets,
Even if she was my "honey!"
I asked a pretty girl..."Why you do me like you do?"
I asked a pretty girl..."Why you do me like you do?"
A pretty girl said,
"I got two mo' fools just like you!"
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