Текст песни Pretty Mom

Bet she tastes of orange fruit pastilles Bet she wants for the stars in the sky When she comes into work in the morning Wonder what is on her mind? Waiting by the lakeside You sometimes catch her eyes alight on you Bet her life is a half-painted canvas Maybe fill in the spaces between Like some fabulous anti-gravity machine She makes me happy She knows how I feel She knows what I mean Here she comes!