He's triggered by the rise

Of their suburban eyes

He likes to stroke the curls

Of pretty baby girls



And he will never make it on the hit parade

Oh no...

Behind the counter selling health and beauty aids

In the name of:



CHORUS

Pretty Girls, Pretty Girls

Look good on you

Pretty Girls, Pretty Girls

Look good on you



He reserves the luxury

Of feline company

Femme fatale is all he needs

To measure his heroic deeds



Another trying day behind the canopy (madonna!)

He's nurtured by a planned well-tanned philosophy

For the love of:



CHORUS

Pretty Girls, Pretty Girls

Look good on you

Pretty Girls, Pretty Girls

Look good on you



BRIDGE

And he will never make it on the hit parade

Oh no...

Behind the counter selling health and beauty aids

In the name of:



Pretty Girls...