Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Sexy Mamaaaaa


Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman
I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy

Pretty woman, won't you pardon me
Pretty woman, I couldn't help see
Pretty woman
That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Wow

Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, gave your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you'll stay with me
'Cause I need you, I'll trear you right
Come with me baby, be mine tonight

Pretty woman, don't walk on by
Pretty woman, make me cry
Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey...okay
If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess I'll go on home, it's late
There'll be tomorrow nigh, but wait
What do I see
Is she walking back to me
Yeah, she's walking back to me
Oh, oh, Pretty woman

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

There are two very disturbing things about this picture (Besides the obvious): (1) Her boobs look better than mine (2) She probably thinks she's fat.

Anonymous said...

There are two very disturbing things about this woman (other than the obvious):
(1) Her boobs look better than mine (IN the sports bra).
(2) She probably thinks she's fat.

Anonymous said...

--oops I thought my earlier comment didn't post---so sorry! ---L

Anonymous said...

How sad. Is this woman a victim of anorexia or severe cachexia? Hope she is getting the help she needs.

Jeff said...

And check out that fanny pack. Damn, she's hot.