All The Pretty Girls

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    All the pretty girls on a Saturday night

    So I call your name, cross my fingers
    Uncross the others, hesitate
    I don't think straight with nothing to prove

    I don't wanna say I'm leaving
    So I'll stay until the weekend
    And you can take all your things
    The boxes and rings
    And get going

    'Cause I've been waiting for...

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    All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
    Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes
    Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
    I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down

    So I call (I call) you out (out, baby)
    Just to feel a little bit better about myself (he does)
    And I do (you do), baby, I do (we really get it, yeah we know that you do)
    'Til their lips start to move
    And their friends wanna talk music
    I say "I've never heard the tune!"
    But I have, I just hate the band
    'Cause they remind me of you

    Every single night ends up the same
    I don't say much at all, but I bring up your name
    (Over and over and over)
    I think it's striking me out

    All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
    Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes
    Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
    I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down
    But not you
    You still wear boots and your hair is too long
    And then this one doesn't want to admit she's fallen in love
    Oh, c'mon, oh, c'mon, what's a boy to do
    When all the pretty girls can't measure to you

    I don't understand your reasons
    Please, just stay over the weekend
    You can't take all those things
    They define you and me
    Everything we've become
    You're all that I need
    Please, don't make me face my generation alone

    All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
    Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes
    Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
    I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down
    But not you
    I feel your faith is destroying the world
    And then this one doesn't want to admit
    The 80s is over and done
    Oh, c'mon, what's a boy to do
    When all the pretty girls can't measure to you
    All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
    All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
    All the pretty girls on a Saturday night

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