Pretty Boy

Your momma always called you Pretty Boy
She makes you walk just like a Pretty Boy

Ah ah, Pretty Boy
Good looker

I met you at the age of seventeen
They said your momma was a beauty queen

Ah ah, Pretty Boy
Good looker

They thought you were too young to be my lover
They were too close to understand
The love we had was like no other
And you were like no other man

They wouldn't let you be a runaway
They took the key and locked our love away

Ah ah, Pretty Boy
Good looker
Ah ah, Pretty Boy
Good looker
Ah ah, Pretty Boy