I'm feeling doh, doh
And these feelings
Began to steal me
My heart started beating
My hands sweat and steaming
I stand up and watch her
She's waiting and smiling
A swirl of perfect timing
Oh, isn't she pretty?
She's pretty, she's pretty
Isn't she pretty?
Doh, doh
I was feeling doh, doh
But now i see rings
That i could feel it
It seems so bewitching
All of the bitching
Her voice still a baritone
And isn't she wonderful
But her, i give myself for a water board
I grasp for revisions, break for conclusion
I can see her forevermore
I'd plead for pity for the hormone committee
Oh, isn't she pretty?
She's pretty, she's pretty
Isn't she pretty?
Pretty was written by Tobin Sprout.