Pretty Maids

Pretty maids,
all in a row,
letting me know,
letting me know,

but I picked you,
I picked you.

Pretty maids,
all in a row,
but I just said no,
I just said no,

for I picked you,
I picked you.

Flock of Angels
flying around,
close to ground,
close to ground,

but I picked you,
I picked you.



Flock of Angels,
saying to me,
look at we,
look at we,

but I only saw you,
I only saw you.

Beauty Queens
on their throwns,
beckoning to me,
to take them home,



can't they see,
can't they see?

I belong to you,
and
you belong to me.