I have an ear for music,
And I have an eye for a maid.
I like a pretty girlie,
With each pretty tune that's played.
They go together,
Like sunny weather goes with the month of may.
I've studied girls and music,
So I'm qualified to say

 [bad word] 

pretty girl is like a melody
That haunts you night and day,
Just like the strain of a haunting refrain,
She'll start up-on a marathon
 [bad word] around your brain.
You can't escape she's in your memory.
By morning night and noon.
She will leave you and [bad word] back again,
pretty girl is just like a pretty tune.