When she leaves She's just asking to be followed When she walks out All she wants is, to be led All my boys say She's just asking, for it I ain't sayin' nothing
She couldn't care less Wearing that dress I tell ya
Pretty little thing, no no Hot little thing Hot little thing who knows it Don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
Coz when you walked by You know every guy noticed The way that your dress Clings on for the ride All my boys say She's the type to fake it I ain't sayin' nothing
She couldn't care less Wearing that dress I tell ya
Pretty little thing Hot little thing Hot little thing who knows it Don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
We could go out We could go anywhere that you want We could stay in And we could do anything that you want We could do lunch In soho Or something
Coz when you walked in All I want is the reason To talk to that girl Whose grace is so rare All my boys say You won't get her numbers I won't tell em nothing
Pretty little thing Hot little thing Hot little who knows it Don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
Compositor: Finian Paul Greenall (Fink) ECAD: Obra #20774133