When she leaves
She's just asking
To be followed
When she walks out
All she wants is
To be lead
All my boys say
She's just asking for it
And I aint sayin' nothing
She couldn't care less
(oh oh)
Wearing that dress
Pretty little thing
(oh no)
Hot little thing
Hot little thing who knows it
Don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out?
'Cos when u walk by
You know every guy noticed
The way that ur dress
Clings on for the ride
All my boys say
She's the type to fake it
And I aint sayin' nothing
She couldn't care less
(oh oh)
Wearing that dress
Pretty little thing
(oh no)
Hot little thing
Hot little thing who knows it
Don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out?
We could go out
We could go anywhere that you want
We could stay in
We could do anything that you want
We could do lunch in Soho
Or something
'Cos when you walked in all I want is the reason
To talk to the girl
Whose grace is so rare
All my boys say
You wont get her numbers
And I aint sayin' nothing
Pretty little thing
(oh no)
Hot little thing
Hot little thing who knows it
Don't suppose it would be cool if we hung out?
Writer(s): Finian Greenall, Edward Guy Whittaker, Timothy William Thornton
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