I have an ear for music, and I have an eye for a maid.
I like a pretty girlie, with each pretty tune that's played.
They go together, like sunny weather
goes with the month of May.
I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say:
A pretty girl is like a melody
that haunts you night and day,
Just like the strain of a haunting refrain,
She'll start upon a marathon
and run around your brain.
You can't escape, she's in your memory,
by morning, night and noon.
She will leave you and then come back again,
A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune.