
Date of issue: 18.06.1990
Song language: English
Pretty Princess |
Her lovely smile and golden hair |
Her tender lips so warm and fair |
A fireplace, a telephone |
No word from him, she’s all alone |
Her time has finally come, she sees a chance to run away |
She’s found herself a friend, someone who’s come to spend the day |
They sit and talk of times when both of them were young and crazy |
The silly things they’d say and how they used to play around |
All at once their eyes are seeing someone whom they haven’t seen before |
His lips seem so inviting but she must keep on fighting for |
She is wed to another man |
She fills his glass with wine and asks him how his life is changing |
His lady’s much the same, her man, he hasn’t changed at all |
He didn’t call |
She knows it’s wrong to say but yet she hopes he’ll stay 'til morning |
He tells her that it’s late and that he really hates to go |
Suddenly, their lips are touching, reaching for his hand she lets him know |
Their bodies start to tremble, she’s fighting innocent desire |
Caught in the fire of a burning flame |
My pretty princess, lying in your cotton flannel gown |
Hold me once again, let me feel your moist and tender skin |
Oh, pretty princess, lying in our bedded hearth of lust |
Like a blazing fire, soon the cinders tire and turn to dust |
Her treasure chest is locked away |
A memory for a rainy day |