"Pretty Young Thing" as written by Walter James Turbitt, Steve Torch and Stella Katsoudas....
I want to bruise your lips
With a tender kiss
I want to crush your heart
I want to be your scar

And when you're touching me
I hear a symphony
Oh oh oh, baby
Come on now, baby

Someone get a priest
Maybe the police, I think that we
Should call the justice of the peace
You're a pretty young thing
It's a damn cool thing
I gotta tell the world,
In case they haven't heard
There never was a doubt
Oh baby, hush your mouth
You're a pretty young thing
It's a damn cool thing

Let me hear my name
Baby, say it again
I want to take you on
I want to be the one

And when you're closing in
I hear violins
Oh oh oh, baby
Come on now, baby

Someone get a priest
Maybe the police, I think that we
Should call the justice of the peace
You're a pretty young thing
It's a damn cool thing
I gotta tell the world,
In case they haven't heard
There never was a doubt
Oh baby, hush your mouth
You're a pretty young thing
It's a damn cool thing

Pretty young thing
Don't need no diamond ring
I'll give you everything
I'll show you anything
Just shh! Just shh!
Don't say a word


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"Pretty Young Thing" as written by Steve Torch Stella Katsoudas

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