Pretty

Edgar Broughton Band

Compositor: S.A. Broughton

You sit there looking pretty
And you keep your fingers in the air
We're in your office in the city
And you run your hand across my hair

You live there sitting pretty
In your quiet secluded country home
My connection breaks the window
And the morning finds you all alone

Does our meeting make you merry?
Or does it hurt to have me here?
And before we get to business
Please let me play your ball