Keep your head on straight and stand up proud
Don't hesitate to walk on clouds
You can make it on this planet, you can make it anywhere
So do all the things they say you should never dare
Can you hit the mark and make a grown man cry
With your poisoned dart and your eagle eye
Did they break your spirit and tame your hunter's soul
Did they get you addicted to lust and lies and gold
Pretty little thing, won't you please come home?
Give me a ring on the telephone
You can call me your daddy with pretty please sugar on top
Anything in the world you want you know you got
Does your mama roam in a limousine?
Is she hard as stone? Is she cold and mean?
Did she tell you the facts of life, or a fairy tale?
Did she lock you up, or get you out on bail?
Corrina, baby, did I make you cry?
Did I put those tears in your big brown eyes?
I was only a kid myself when you came on the scene
It was a miracle then but now it just seems like a dream
Pretty little thing, won't you please come home?
Give me a ring on the telephone
You can call me baby with pretty please sugar on top
Anything in the world you want you know you got
Now you've got your man and you live in town
He does the best he can but if he lets you down
I'll light him on fire and shoot him like a dog at your feet
He thinks I'm only jokin' but he stays on his side of the street
You would do anything you would go anywhere
To get away from the sting of the salty air
You know back in Jersey they still talk about the things you did
Well, you're a grown woman now
But I still love you like when you was a kid
Pretty little thing, won't you please come home?
Give me a ring on the telephone
You can call me your daddy with pretty please sugar on top
Anything in the world you want you know you got
Pretty Little Thing was written by Robert Hazard.
Pretty Little Thing was produced by Tom “T-Bone” Wolk.