Prove

You could show me all your photographs
You could leave me hanging high
You could show me all the mystery
Hiding in your eyes
You could give a thousand reasons
Why I should be with you
You could be in season
Just like you want me to

You don't have to prove a thing
Pretty girl, pretty girl
Yeah, you don't have to prove a thing
Oh, pretty girl, pretty girl

You could tell me all your secrets
That I would only keep 'em
You can have your soup du jour
When you're fast asleep
Well, when you turn me over
Keep it all in time
Put on your precious makeup
Well, you won't stand in line

'Cause you don't have to prove a thing
Pretty girl, pretty girl
You don't have to prove a thing
Pretty girl

I'm standing in your doorway
Don't you try to lock it
You might just try to walk away
With something in your pocket
Well, anything you want to do
It easily gets done
Well, even on a rainy day
You could pull the sun

Oh, well, you don't have to prove a thing
Oh, pretty girl, pretty girl
You don't have to prove a thing
Oh, pretty girl
You don't have to prove a thing
Or lose a thing
You don't have to prove a thing...