Pretty
woman
walks
on the street
Pretty
woman
You
make my day
Every
one looking
The
way you walk
You
give a big smile
As
if you strike lottery
Pretty
woman
Reflection
in the windows
Guys
stop and look
Some
whistle
You
walk with confidence
The
street sea of people
Walking
in a hurry
But
you take your time
Pretty
woman
Out
on parade
She
gets the money
She
gets her trade
She
blows a kiss to me
I
wave back and she is gone
Hop
into a taxi she disappears
Leaving
her aroma lingering on the street
Pretty
woman
walks
on the street
She
gets her money
She
gets her trade
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