Oh, nothing, sir, nothing. May we proceed? Pretty women, fascinating, Slipping coffee, dancing, Pretty women are a wonder, Pretty women, Sitting in the window, Or standing on the stair, Something in them cheers the air. Pretty women, silhouetted, Stay within you, glancing, Stay forever, breathing lightly, Pretty women, pretty women, Blowing out their candles, Or combing out their hair. Then they leave, even when they leave, Even when they leave you and vanish, They still are there, They somehow can still remain there with you, They're there with you. Oh, pretty women, all the mirrors in their gardens, Letter-writing, flower-picking, weather-watching, They make a man sing, Proof of heaven as you're living. Pretty women, sir, pretty women, Yes, here's to pretty women, sir, All the pretty women, pretty women. Thanks for listening.

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