Selekt Few - Pretty Woman (feat. FG & Callum Presbury)

I see 'em every day on the train or on my way to work
Women so pretty my brain hurts
Thought I better warn ya, lurking around every corner
Is just another 8 or 10 that's looking finer than before I
Think i just saw another standing in line
Looking so fine, but she standing in my
Way i say excuse me as I walk on by
Looking at cloud 9, thinking i could sleep tonight
Way out of my league, i'm striking out on fatigue
When I'm at bat against a fine looking physique
I dunno what the mystique is when i'm out of my depth
So I try the unique kid, to show her what intrigued is
Like, please to meet you, my friends call me Greg
Awkward pause, did she hear what I said?
Nothin but ignoring so maybe I misread
Her wink that said I'm scoring something else instead

Pretty woman, gonna be my woman
But at the end of the day
She'll always make you pay
My pretty woman
Pretty woman, gonna be my woman
But at the end of the day
She'll always make you pay
My pretty woman

I see em every day and the way they walk makes me crazed
Pretty women everywhere making men feel insane
But I'm not the weak kind nor idolising a sex image
Appreciating beauty wont compromise my marriage
Pretty women I always been a sucker for em
But never been the sleaze, just giving them poetry
And every time they smile at me, its got me thinking g'eeze
Was that for me? what the hell does that mean?
These beautiful women wearing their beautiful clothes
Long flowing dresses or shorts with you know those
Tights hiked up, right up to thigh high
And when I'm dancing with them, I can't help but sigh
But other times all it takes is eye contact
Pretty faces attract, no denying the fact, hows that?
About a nine or a ten
And since she's walking away I better bring this to an end

Pretty woman, gonna be my woman
But at the end of the day
She'll always make you pay
My pretty woman
Pretty woman, gonna be my woman
But at the end of the day
She'll always make you pay
My pretty woman

I see em everyday, never say nice to meet yah
It's plain from the look on their face I'm a creature
Still I've a secret, each one I meet gets
Penned in my rhyme books, lines that define looks
Speech, mannerisms of their movements
The way your finger flicks the turning page when you move it
I pursue this, purpose exclusive
To prove it's bigger than the universal truth is
And I muse this, memories induced with
The perfume that lingers in the room that you moved in
Believe me, I respect each one
Regardless of the race, creed or native tongue
Big women or small women, short women or tall women
Here's the secret that I came across on my mission
It doesn't matter if your ass size is suitable
That might make you pretty, but your mind makes you beautiful

Pretty woman, gonna be my woman
But at the end of the day
She'll always make you pay
My pretty woman
Pretty woman, gonna be my woman
But at the end of the day
She'll always make you pay
My pretty woman

Written by:
Gregory Tangey, Luke Skinner, Mark Hutchins, Callum Presbury

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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