I have an ear for music, and I have an eye for a maid
I like a pretty girlie, with each pretty tune that's played
They go together, like sunny weather goes with the month of May
I've studied girsl and music, so I'm qualified to say
Chorus:
A pretty girl is like a melody that haunts you night and day
Just like the strain of a haunting refrain
She'll start upon a marathon and run around your brain
You can't escape she's in your memory. By morning, night and noon
She will leave you and then come back again
A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune