I HAVE AN EAR FOR MU-SIC, AND I HAVE AN EYE FOR A MAID.
I LIKE A PRET-TY GIRL-IE, WITH EACH PRET-TY TUNE THAT'S PLAYED.

THEY GO TO-GETH-ER, LIKE SUN-NY WEATH-ER GOES WITH THE MONTH OF MAY.

I'VE STUD-IED GIRLS AND MU-SIC, SO I'M QUAL-I-FIED TO SAY

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A PRET-TY GIRL IS LIKE A MEL-O-DY THAT HAUNTS YOU NIGHT AND DAY,

JUST LIKE THE STRAIN OF A HAUNT-ING RE-FRAIN,

SHE'LL START UP-ON A MAR-A-THON AND RUN A-ROUND YOUR BRAIN.

YOU CAN'T ES- CAPE SHE'S IN YOUR MEM-O-RY. BY MORN-ING NIGHT AND NOON.

SHE WILL LEAVE YOU AND THEN COME BACK A-GAIN,

A PRET-TY GIRL IS JUST LIKE A PRET-TY TUNE