Texty: Prozzak. Saturday People. Pretty Girls.

Ready, ready set go

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

If I were a dentist I would take the opportunity to look in your mouth
Maybe if I didn't I would better understand just what you're talking about
And if my X-ray picture gave the proper information I'd be back at start
'Cause everytime I try and talk to you my words keep falling apart

Pretty girls make me nervous
Pretty girls make me nervous
Pretty girls make me nervous
When they're as pretty as you

If I were a surgeon I would do an operation to examine your heart
I'd check to see if you and me could really have the move beyond
The very start, and if my diagnosis turned out positive I'd still be only
Dreaming of you, 'cause approaching you is something that I know
I'd never have the guts to do

Pretty girls make me nervous
Pretty girls make me nervous
Pretty girls make me nervous
When they're as pretty as you

And when she smiles, she makes me happy
And when she's near I get so dreamy

And in my award winning dream
I'd peform like I was on a movie screen, as I casually pop the question

Do you want to go out for coffee with me?
I don't drink coffee

If I were a lawyer I would argue for the right to kiss you passionately, and
If I were a teacher, I would rewrite history so you would end up with me
And if I were an architect then I'd be busy drawing up the perfect plan
But all of these thing I'm not so alone is the only thing I am

Pretty girls make me nervous
Pretty girls make me nervous
Pretty girls make me nervous
When they're as pretty as you

Pretty girls make me nervous
Pretty girls make me nervous
Pretty girls make me nervous
When they're as pretty as you