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Oh, pretty woman she's the rising sun |
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Says all your cheap paint |
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and powder ain't gonna help you none |
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'Cause she's a pretty woman |
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right down to the bone |
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So you just might as well |
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still leave your skin alone |
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Pretty woman |
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What,s the matter with you? |
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Can't make you love me |
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No matter what I do |
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Oh, pretty woman |
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what you're trying to do |
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You kept on foolin' around |
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till I got stuck on you |
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So you just drop that mess |
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and come down off your throne |
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Stop using my poor heart |
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Incomprehensible stepping stone |
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Pretty woman |
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What's the matter with you? |
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Can't make you love me |
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No matter what I do |
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Oh, oh pretty woman |
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that's all right for you |
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Now you just go on doing |
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what you want to do |
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But someday when you think |
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that you have got it made |
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You get in water deep |
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enough so you can't wade |
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Pretty woman |
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What's the matter with you? |
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Can't make you love me, yeah |
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No matter what I do |
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Oh, oh pretty woman, hey |
