(Kirsty MacColl/Pete Glenister)
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She was a party girl, stayed up til the small hours
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Now she's embarrassing and everybody laughs
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At the girl with the face that could drive her baby wild
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Now wasn't she the child with everything?
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You should have seen her with her head held high
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Now what do pretty girls do?
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She used to be the apple of his eye
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Now what do pretty girls do?
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She went through such a lot
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And never even learned
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That even pretty girls can get their fingers burned
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She's got a cabin in a town upon the border
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She gets in trouble with the local law and order
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Everybody's happy when she isn't at the door
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She sends out invitations to everyone
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They don't come
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(And the phone ain't ringing for her now)
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You should have seen her with her head held high
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Now what do pretty girls do?
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She used to be the same as me or you
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Now what do pretty girls do?
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Well they get older just like everybody else
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She never thought she'd have to take care of herself
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You should have seen her with her head held high
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Now what do pretty girls do?
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She used to be the apple of his eye
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Now what do pretty girls do?
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Collecting all the records and the posters
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Of the people that she knew
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And they knew
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That she'd get older just like everybody else
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She never thought she'd have to take care of herself
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What Do Pretty Girls Do?
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| Kirsty MacColl |
