I have an ear for music

And I have an eye for a maid

I link 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 girls and music

So I'm qualified to say:



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