Well, I just stopped in this evening To get myself a little taste The music is nice and swinging And of course, I really dig the place Course, I haven't Had much sleep lately I feel sorta down and out Yeah, but look over there In the corner, man Oh, yeah, there's something To shout about Hey, hey, pretty baby Girl, don't you go nowhere (Are you talking to me) I'm talking to you, pretty baby Girl, don't you go nowhere Cause as soon as I pay the bartender Girl, I'll be right there She looked up and blushed and smiled And my heart skipped a beat Mmm, she's stacked from Her head down to her feet Hey, barkeep You better come here and get your bread This little girl's getting ready to split And I'm about to go out of my head Hey, hey, pretty baby Girl, don't you go out that door (Are you talking to me) I'm talking to you, pretty baby Girl, don't you go out that door I'm afraid if I lose sight of you I just might not see you no more She slowed up just a little bit And turned her head and smiled She was 34-24-38 And dressed in the latest style I finally caught up With the pretty little thing Before she got out on the street And she told she was Waiting on her old man Who was a policeman on the beat Hey, hey, pretty baby Girl, I'll see you another time (Are you talking to me) I'm talking to you, pretty baby Girl, I'll see you another time If you're a policeman's woman Lyrics courtesy Top40db. Just talking to you is a crime (That's right, bud, let's go) Oh, no
Well, I just stopped in this evening To get myself a little taste The music is nice and swinging And of course, I really dig the place Course, I haven't Had much sleep lately I feel sorta down and out Yeah, but look over there In the corner, man Oh, yeah, there's something To shout about Hey, hey, pretty baby Girl, don't you go nowhere (Are you talking to me) I'm talking to you, pretty baby Girl, don't you go nowhere Cause as soon as I pay the bartender Girl, I'll be right there She looked up and blushed and smiled And my heart skipped a beat Mmm, she's stacked from Her head down to her feet Hey, barkeep You better come here and get your bread This little girl's getting ready to split And I'm about to go out of my head Hey, hey, pretty baby Girl, don't you go out that door (Are you talking to me) I'm talking to you, pretty baby Girl, don't you go out that door I'm afraid if I lose sight of you I just might not see you no more She slowed up just a little bit And turned her head and smiled She was 34-24-38 And dressed in the latest style I finally caught up With the pretty little thing Before she got out on the street And she told she was Waiting on her old man Who was a policeman on the beat Hey, hey, pretty baby Girl, I'll see you another time (Are you talking to me) I'm talking to you, pretty baby Girl, I'll see you another time If you're a policeman's woman Lyrics courtesy Top40db. Just talking to you is a crime (That's right, bud, let's go) Oh, no
