They wake up early and scour the town
For men like us with our heads down
So their dance cards are punched with holes
From now until their cover's blown
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
They meet in secret and swap their notes
And talk about who's broken the most
With legs as long as galaxies
Take to make planets with seas
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
You'd think we'd maybe learn a thing or two by now
But I don't see how, but I don't see how
When hips just make the slightest twitch
We fall down
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
Ohh, whoa
Ohh, whoa
compositores: Eric Elbogen
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