Pretty woman, walking down the street! Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet! Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you must be true No one can look as good as youuu Pretty woman, won't you pardon me?? Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see Pretty woman.

A woman womanwalking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think That you can trust is just Another way to die Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah (Give it to me baby) Come on get it, girl Baby, I'm a bad man (That's right) And you're my type of goody two-shoes girl Baby I'm a bad man, in a woman's world

Oh, woman, woman, woman Woman, woman

I suspect foul play Said I suspect foul play Oh, I suspect foul play It's Wednesday night, my woman's out Once again I'm home alone Lately every Wednesday night She's late getting home She phoned from work at quittin' time Says the bossed asked her to

Black woman womanand child, yeh yeh yeah For you I really have so much love Dollar bills and coins will fade away They could never make I so proud Who what, The Black nation Ohh woh woh, oh woh woh From di day mi born mi did dun know sey

She was my lover She was working undercover Oh the woman womanknew all of the moves She really had me rompin' We were barefoot stompin' She just kept igniting my fuse I was blinded by the blackness Of her long silk stockings She was rocking with an optical

From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A woman womanis like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers From four till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown I believe to

Oh, my, don't the sky look spacious With the stars all shinin' down Well, I can hear the night wind howlin' It's a high and lonesome sound And I ain't had a woman womanin so long I can't feed my starvin soul Come on, saddle up, boys, we're gonna ride into

Woman hold her head and cry 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet Explaining to her was a passerby Who saw the woman womancry (cry) How can she work it out Now she knows that the wages of sin is death, yeah! Gift of Jah