[Travie McCoy] So many different flavors So many shapes and sizes You coming with me and you going with iyaz No surprises, I put it all on the table
Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke? Ask 'em what do they know?Ask 'em can we go? Pretty girls, sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere
Do something for me, boys If I should die at sea, boys Write a little note, boys Set it off afloat, saying Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
This will all fall down like everything else that was This too shall pass and all of the words we said We can't take back Now every fool in town would
Baby please don't fall in love with me I don't wanna be the first one to break your heart And oh baby please try not to care for me Loving me is such
Written by: Chris Isaak Pretty girls don't cry, they know exactly what they want. Pretty girls walk by, with eyes that smile faces that haunt. I watch
JR! Sean Kingston! You're way too beautiful girl That's why it'll never work You got me in denial, in denial When you say it's over Man all these beautiful
Pretty girls oh oh yeah see them walking down pretty street Pretty girls pretty girls pretty girls pretty girls But you know pretty girls oh oh yeah never
There's more pretty girls than one More pretty girls than one Any old town that I ramble all around in There's more pretty girls than one Mama talked
JR! Sean Kingston! You're way too beautiful girl That's why it'll never work You'll have me suicidal, suicidal When you say it's over Damn all these
All you pretty girls throw your numbers at me All you pretty girls throw your numbers at me I just wanna see what your working with, and maybe we can
All the pretty girls go to the city Don't they, don't they do my love Oh, it's something to see, they're so pretty High heel shoes, low neck sweaters
Oh pretty girls, you're too good for this How you break my heart in this cold waiting room Oh pretty girls, you're too good for this Don't let them tell
They say all girls are bad news; They say every girl's a curse. Oh, they're quick to warn you, Those older women are worse. Yeah, those pretty girls
She was a seaside sittin' Just a smokin' and a drinkin' on ringside On top of the world, oh yeah She had her drink in her hand She had her toes in the
There's more pretty girls than one there's more pretty girls than one Every town I ramble around there's more pretty girls than one Well I am a rambling