From the recording The Procrastinators
PRETTY LADY ©1985 by David T. Green
Shades of growing older
Are all across your face.
Lines, the result of sorrow
Revealing your disgrace.
Your goals in life are growing vaguer
It’s as if you’ve lost the plan.
You spend your time entertaining boys
Serving favors reserved for men.
(chorus) Pretty lady with a fainted smile
Underneath a Texas sun.
You must be facing hard times
To solicit one so innocent and young.
You greet the morning with a glass of wine
One chosen solely for the price.
Your thinking, it leaves you much more to spend
On the things that you think entice.
Well let’s suppose for awhile
That you could be who you’re not.
Coming back to you now
Are all those dreams you just thought you forgot.