Pretty Girl کے بول

You had it all, until the fall, now winters setting in How warm the days, now far away, never to return I spend my days in city graves and the dead just keep on talking They can't disguise their soulless lives Oh their hardships I keep yawning Oh pretty thing Oh pretty girl Tender times, love it shines, on a cool golden breeze I close my eyes. I realize the feelings CHORUS Oh Pretty Girl. Sail across the world Oh Pretty Girl. Sail across the world Joe he sang for the Queen in Penang Like diamonds he shone for years Oh Pretty Girl. Sail across the world Oh Pretty Girl. Sail across the world