Pretty woman, walking down the street Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one could look
I was all right for awhile I could smile for awhile But I saw you last night You held my hand so tight As you stopped to say, "Hello" Oh, you wished
When I saw you standing there on the street I found myself by your side I started wanting you again There's just no way to hide From that old loving
time to think twice, it's time to decide Turn and keep walking or be my bride Or be my bride or be my bride Well, Roy Orbison, he knows that I can't
Every time I look into your lovely eyes I see a love that money just can't buy One look from you, I drift away I pray that you are here to stay Anything
Pretty woman, walking down the street Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one could look
Oh, they call you Gigolette They say that you're the Devil's pet They say beware for you destroy The heart and soul of every boy They say that your lips
Baby, oh, baby Tell the man at the ticket stand That you've changed your mind Well, let me run on out and tell the cab To keep the meter flying 'Cause
I'm a poor peasant boy, I'm a dirt farmer's son And I feel like a king when I know that my work is all done For at twilight I know, there's a place I
Blue teardrops are falling What lonely shades of blue teardrops From a silent heartache deep inside Comes a lonely feeling I can't hide I can't remember
There's a cat in town that you might know He goes by the name of Domino A long tweed jacket and a diamond ring A blue sport car, he's a crazy king They
(Bill Justis) My girlfriend slipped and fell Now she's hanging from a cliff I can't come to her rescue But these flowers I must sniff You see I'
ALL MAMA'S CHILDREN WRITERS JOHNNY CASH, CARL PERKINS There was an old woman that lived in a shoe Had so many children, she didn't know what to do They
It's a long and lonely highway When you're traveling all alone I was on my way to nowhere But now I'm coming home, I'm coming home I've been running
Well, they're dancin' down the corner, put your best dress on Get with it, baby, we're gonna go all night long Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah Get ready
I was a fool I only wanted you I don't lose my blues When I pretend you're with me Though I make believe I'm still alone When I think of you My empty
Uh, give up, uh, give up, uh, give up I intend to get your love Give up, yea, yea, yea Give up, yea, yea, yea Give up to me won't you give up to
Sammy King You got everything you want you got everything to live for but me, I got nothing plain simple nothing just the need for someone to love Through
