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