All over this great big city Can’t find a woman who’s nice and pretty They all look like page in a magazine Legs are long and they eat like a sparrow Figures stick to the straight and narrow Top and the bottom are same as in between
CHORUS Show me a pretty little number When she walks it rolls like thunder Eyes as deep and dark as the deep blue sea Round right here and round right there Pretty red lips and her very own hair Wrap her up, she’s the natural girl for me
Way down in a coffeehouse palace Found a little lady and her name was Alice She had friends and her friends had her it seems Face was dirty and her sweater was baggy Pants were tight and her hair was shaggy I've seen her kind on college football teams
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Well way up at a penthouse pretty Thirteen miles up above the city I met a little lady from a wealthy family Now she could cuss like a real longshoreman She was making eyes at the doorman She made a most unusual offer to me
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Way up at a Broadway party I met a lady, she was very arty She took me home to see her studio She took out her paints and she whispered to me She said that she wanted to “do” me Some of that paint will never come off, I know
CHORUS (sing twice)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
