(Wiliams)
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Oh, pretty woman
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sure's the rising sun.
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Says all your cheap paint and powder
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ain't gonna help you none.
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'Cause she's a pretty woman
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right down to her bone.
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So you might as well
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leave your skin alone.
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Pretty woman,
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what's the matter with you?
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Can't make you love me
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no matter what I do.
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Oh, pretty woman,
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whatcha gonna do?
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You kept on foolin' around
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till I got stuck on you.
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So you can drop your mess
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and come down off your throne,
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stop using my poor heart
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as just a stepping stone.
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Pretty woman,
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what's the matter with you?
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Can't make you love me
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no matter what I do.
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Oh, pretty woman
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that's all right for you.
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Now you just go on doing
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what you wanna do.
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But someday when you think
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that you've got it made,
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you're gettin' water deep enough
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so you can't wade.
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Pretty woman,
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what's the matter with you?
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Can't make you love me
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no matter what I do.
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Oh, pretty woman.
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Oh, pretty woman.
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Oh, pretty woman.
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Oh, pretty woman.
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Can't make you love me
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no matter what I do. No!
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Can't make you love me
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no matter what I do. No!
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Can't make you love me
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no matter what I do.
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Oh, pretty woman,
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I just can't make you love me.
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Oh, no.
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Oh, Pretty Woman
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| Gary Moore |
