More Than A Pretty Face

[Boulton/Marsh]

Oh I know love is the name of the game

But what I'm feeling, well it ain't the same

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you've got me on my knees

There ain't a doctor with a miracle cure to shoot inside of me

Oh the way she talks, the way she walks

The way she throws her hair when she walks down the city streets

Its a criminal offence (oh yeah)

Oh her stiletto heeled strut could start a cardiac, oh that's a fact

She's a certified thief of hearts (oh yeah)

She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen

More than a pretty face

Smoother than a slick black limousine

More than a pretty smile

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere

(Oh you know what I mean)

Oh she's more (yeah)

more (yeah)

Oh much more than a pretty face

I know the symptoms and I've got them all

I need her affection before I stumble and fall

Oh deep down inside you know that its a crime

Just you and me on the back seat honey, we could have a hell of a time

Oh the ways she talks...