PRETTY

She was digging gold in the big city

had a satin dress on looked so pretty

but her spiked heels don’t leave no impression

in the concrete poured in the Great Depression

 

Gets her taste from magazines,

romance novels, and movie screens

 

She sits behind bulletproof glass

smiles at the men as they go past

but the poor boys who vie for her time

 well she hands them nickels, hands them dimes

 

She gets her taste from magazines,

romance novels, and movie screens

 

And she thinks she knows the score

always leave them, always leave them wanting more

 

She was digging gold in the big city

 had a satin dress on looked so pretty

but her spiked heels don’t leave no impression

 in the concrete poured in the Great Depression

 

She gets her taste from magazines,

romance novels, and movie screens

 

And she thinks she knows the score

always leave them, always leave them wanting more

 

She was digging gold in the big city