Pretty Boy (K. Young/H. Armstrong) Songtext
von Fox

Your mama always call you pretty boy
She makes you up just like a pretty boy
Oh, oh, pretty boy
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh (good looker)

I met you at the age of 17
They said your mama was a beauty queen
Oh, oh, pretty boy
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh (good looker)

They thought you were too young to be my lover
They were too closed to understand
The love we had was like no other
And you are like no other man


They wouldn′t let you be a runaway (la-la-la-la-la)
They had the key and locked our fun away
Oh, oh, pretty boy
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh (good looker)

Oh, oh, pretty boy
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh (good looker)

Now I can call you my own pretty boy
I'll always treat you like a pretty boy
Oh, oh, pretty boy
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh (good looker)

Oh, oh, pretty boy
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh (good looker)

Oh, oh, pretty boy
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh (good looker)

Oh, oh, pretty boy