When I was a little bitty boy
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Sittin' on my papa's knee
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I still remember every word my papa said to me
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Now boy if you ever meet
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A pretty woman walking down the street
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You'd better
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Stop real still, look both ways
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Listen or you'll get in trouble
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When you see her go struttin' by
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Giving you that evil eye
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And she's got a kind of dreamy look
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Just enough to get you shook
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Now boy don't you lose your head
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You pay attention what your papa said
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You'd better
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Stop real still, look both ways
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Listen or you'll get in trouble
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All right !
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She'll drive you crazy with the way she walks
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She'll drive you crazy with the way she talks
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And you'll think you're gonna lose your mind
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'cause that pretty woman looks so fine
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And the very first thing you'll know
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You'll be tellin' her you love her so
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You'd better stop real still
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Stop Look And Listen
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| Elvis Presley |
