Sarah Segal-Lazar - Hey, Pretty Lady Lyrics

Hey, pretty lady
Can I carry your books
It's not your personality
It's strictly your good looks

The way you wear your hair
And the way you tie your shoes
You do bunnies 'stead of tree trunks
Because trees can't sing the blues

Pull my hand to you
Gently place it on your heart
I can tell you're still flat-chested
Not like Angie Bonaparte

I'll still be the boy
In the cowboy boots and hat
And you can hold my cap guns
As I scare the neighbour's cat

And if I gave you a ribbon
One that I found on the ground
Would you wear it in your hair
Like our Lord and Saviour's crown

And if I could play an instrument
I'd write you a serenade
But this song'll have to do