(words & music by joy byers)

When i was a little bitty boy

Sittin' on my papa's knee

I still remember every word my papa said to me

Now boy if you ever meet

A pretty woman walking down the street



You'd better

Stop real still, look both ways

Listen or you'll get in trouble



When you see her go struttin' by

Giving you that evil eye

And she's got a kind of dreamy look

Just enough to get you shook

Now boy don't you lose your head

You pay attention what your papa said



You'd better

Stop real still, look both ways

Listen or you'll get in trouble



All right !



She'll drive you crazy with the way she walks

She'll drive you crazy with the way she talks

And you'll think you're gonna lose your mind

'cause that pretty woman looks so fine

And the very first thing you'll know

You'll be tellin' her you love her so



You'd better stop real still


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