| You’re kind of pretty you can cover in make-up
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| Cover in perfume too
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| Moonlight, mud fight, any kinda sunlight
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| Still comes shining through
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| Stuff it with cakes, see if it breaks
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| Put it in the oven, see how she bakes
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| Your kind of pretty you can gas mark 11
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| But you can’t ever overdo
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| Your kinda pretty, don’t need advertising
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| Your kinda pretty comes with own billboard
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| Newly-weds nearly-deads
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| Anyone with bed-stead
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| Your kinda pretty
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| You’re all they can’t afford
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| Cover your eyes, see if it dies
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| Move to the city, start dating guys
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| You’re kind of pretty you can try to deny
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| But eventually you’ll thank the lord
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| You’re kind of pretty don’t need an umbrella
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| It knows what weather can do
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| Sandstorm, rainstorm, anything a cloud’s warn
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| Can’t hide the prettiest view
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| Cover with paints, see if it stains
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| Take it to a window, press up against
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| Your kinda pretty you can drag through a hedge
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| But no-one would believe you’d been through
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| Your kinda pretty, don’t need advertising
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| Your kinda pretty comes with own billboard
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| Newly-weds nearly-deads
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| Anyone with bed-stead
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| Your kinda pretty
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| You’re all they can’t afford
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| Cover your eyes, see if it dies
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| Move to the city, start dating guys
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| You’re kind of pretty you can try to deny
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| But eventually you’ll thank the lord |