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Fink – Pretty Little Thing lyrics
When she leaves
She's just asking to be followed
When she walks out
All she wants is, to be led
All my boys say
She's just asking, for it
I ain't sayin' nothing
She couldn't care less
Wearing that dress I tell ya
Pretty little thing, hot little thing
Hot little thing who knows it - don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
When you walked by
You know every guy noticed
The way that your dress
Clings on for the ride
All my boys say
She's the type to fake it
I ain't sayin' nothing
She couldn't care less
Wearing that dress I tell ya
Pretty little thing, hot little thing
Hot little thing who knows it - don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
We could go out
We could go anywhere that you want
We could stay in
And we could do anything that you want
We could do lunch
In soho
Or something
Coz when you walked in
All I wanted was the reason
To talk to that girl
Whose grace is so rare
All my boys say
You won't get her numbers
I won't tell em nothing
Pretty little thing, hot little thing
Hot little who knows it - don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
She's just asking to be followed
When she walks out
All she wants is, to be led
All my boys say
She's just asking, for it
I ain't sayin' nothing
She couldn't care less
Wearing that dress I tell ya
Pretty little thing, hot little thing
Hot little thing who knows it - don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
When you walked by
You know every guy noticed
The way that your dress
Clings on for the ride
All my boys say
She's the type to fake it
I ain't sayin' nothing
She couldn't care less
Wearing that dress I tell ya
Pretty little thing, hot little thing
Hot little thing who knows it - don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
We could go out
We could go anywhere that you want
We could stay in
And we could do anything that you want
We could do lunch
In soho
Or something
Coz when you walked in
All I wanted was the reason
To talk to that girl
Whose grace is so rare
All my boys say
You won't get her numbers
I won't tell em nothing
Pretty little thing, hot little thing
Hot little who knows it - don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out
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