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Pretty, Good MP3: 554KB

Rhyming with words that are NOT in the song is usually reserved for times when you want to swear (let's see... I think I'll rhyme "luck" with "green" here...) but don't want to put a "Parental Advisory" sticker on the CD. This is not one of those times.

Lyrics:


  Six o'clock and there's a fire in the kitchen
Door opens wide and my baby walks in with the rain
  Looks around and sees the cheese on the ceiling
The fish in the sink, as she turns for the door, I explain
  "I was working on your favorite dinner"
  She says, "Living here is bound to make me five pounds thinner"
And as I feather dessert,

  Baby says this ain't gonna be pretty
"Pretty," I say, "this is gonna be, it's gonna be good"

August 7th and it's my baby's birthday
Every year, I buy her something that rhymes with her sign
The very greatest hits of Ronny James Dio
She takes one look and tells me, "Honey, I'm so glad that you're mine"
It's lucky that I wasn't born on Thanksgiving
A Stradivarius is way beyond our Geo Metro style of living

Baby says this ain't gonna be pretty
Prety, I say, this is gonna be, it's gonna be good

Sunday morning and I bring up the Tribune
She reads my column and throws me a curious look
"Was this advice for me or Enid in Estrus?"
I say, "For her, unless you really want to date a Chinook"
You take a risk when you fall for a writer
The second person could be you or maybe Mabel, queen of apple cider
And every weekend, the refrain...

Baby says, this ain't gonna be pretty
Pretty, I say, this is gonna be, it's gonna be good

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