Saint Peter sank my boat, in the bank We'll get married when we're thirty Singing, "Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma," Don't look so sad Ask Jesus what you want to get from me But I can't give what I've been living Singing, "Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma," Don't look so sad
'Cause everybody lies sometimes Some people lie more than everybody else And everybody dies sometime Some gotta live with the lies they made And I lie with you, but I can't lie for you Move to Illinois, the neighbors they'll adore you Standing at your door, we'll move out and change our names
Just say, "Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma Hey pretty momma" This dream I had (had, dream, oh) (Dream dream dream)
(Shit's real) You and me, we'll raise a pretty baby by the beach (Little baby) On a hill where nobody can see Living in time that's balanced as one (Yeah) Some guy could see you're beauty (Waddup, girl?) Living in a house just big enough for three (House) Growing in a family just old enough to be (Three) Under a sky that's just like me It's plain, but it'll cover you, all of your needs, and If that's enough for you, I'll say
Just say, "Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma Hey pretty momma" It ain't that nice
Hey, hey, hey Hey pretty momma, hey pretty momma Don't look so sadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
