A Pretty Girl Is Like a Melody - Pat Boone

I am not a pretty girl That is not what I do I ain't no damsel in distress And I don't need to be rescued So put me down, punk Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair? Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere? I am not an angry girl But it seems like I've got everyone fooled Every time I say something they find hard to hear They chalk it up to my anger And never to their own fear Imagine you're a girl Just trying to finally come clean Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty And smiling And I am sorry But I am not a maiden fair And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere And generally, my generation Wouldn't be caught dead working for the man And generally I agree with them Trouble is you gotta have youself An alternate plan And I have earned my disillusionment I have been working all of my life And I am a patriot I have been fighting the good fight And what if there are no damsels in distress What if I knew that and I called your bluff? Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down, Whether or not you ever show up? I am not a pretty girl I don't really want to be a pretty girl No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.

It felt like a Wednesday when we had our first date I remember that place, I kind of sense some fate (oh yeah) Stars drawn around scars, yellow beam to my heart (uh-huh) Don't tell anyone (shh), don't Seasons start to change, I've been daydreaming for days Yeah, you got me in a loop, send me pictures of the moon So the ball's in your court, if I'm something you adore And you wanna see me more, I'd be ok with that Would a boy like you like a girl like me? It doesn't matter if we don't know where this leads Would a boy like you like a girl like me? Like a girl like me, like a girl like me Mm, mm Mm, ah It's the end of the day, and you're getting all confusing On a parachute, I'm cruising, if you still stay you're losing Say what you gotta say, what I wanna hear you say Don't let it get too late, come soothe on my soul as Seasons start to change, I've been daydreaming for days Yeah, you got me in a loop, send me pictures of the moon So the ball's in your court, if I'm something you adore Do you wanna see me more? Well, send me flowers Would a boy like you like a girl like me? It doesn't matter if we don't know where this leads Would a boy like you like a girl like me? Like a girl like me, like a girl like me Mm, mm Mm, ah Mm, mm Mm, ah Would a boy like you like a boy like me? Would a girl like you like a girl like me? Could someone like you like someone like me? Would a boy like you like a girl like me? Would a boy like you like a boy like me? Would a girl like you like a girl like me? Could someone like you like someone like me? Would a boy like you like a girl like me? Would a boy like you like a girl like me? It doesn't matter if we don't know where this leads Would a boy like you like a girl like me? Like a girl like me, like a girl like me Mm, mm Mm, ah

City Sidewalks Busy Sidewalks Dressed in Holiday Style In the Air There's a Feeling of Christmas Children Laughing People Passing Meeting Smile After Smile And On Every Street Corner You'll Hear Chorus: Silver Bells, Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas Time in the City Hear Them Ring, Hear Them Ring Ring a Ling, Ring a Ling Soon It Will Be Christmas Day Chorus: Silver Bells, Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas Time in the City Hear Them Ring, Hear Them Ring Ring a Ling, Ring a Ling Soon It Will Be Christmas Day Soon It Will Be Christmas Day

Boone had a colt and a frying pan A quarter horse, American Half a heart, fully a man And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes To fill the hole and mask his pride Though his mother said that the way of life Was ever better in a poor man's mind But Boone found that he had no peace Licking the dirt and kicking the streets Till he gambled a cent and came back with three Bad bad Boone became a thief No good could be found in Boone No Robin Hood and no whistled tune To the guilt of God he was immune As that cursed greed just grew and grew He had no wife, no boundary line No cowboy code or moral sight No child that he wouldn't fight No widow safe from the cheatin' lies What hurt another, ain't hurt him He'd do anything for a pretty little gem A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim Rich in pocket, poor in love His soul went down and the money went up He died before he could fill his cup And what a pointless life that was Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back From dust he came and that's what lasts Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass The rich the poor, both withered grass Here lays Boone, so fully man Forgotten on his piece of land And buried with his frying pan And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white (I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know) Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...