Pretty, Pretty Songtext
von Max Helgemo

Abigail was walking
Talking to herself
Then I started talking to her

She said, "I was a believer
And then I saw the light
Bouncing the church"
I asked, "the one on 31st?"

Then we started walking
We took a lap around the city
Oh we never stopped talking
Her voice was so pretty

Pretty, pretty


We took a path down to the hill
She had a hundred dollars in bills
She turned it all into a joke
She asked me if I had a smoke

I do but do you have a lighter
She said, "I don′t understand...
How do you have a smoke without a lighter?"
Her voice was so pretty

Pretty, pretty, pretty

I start to wonder
If all that light in her eyes
Last for a while
I start to wonder...

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty