Carita Bonita
Urbøi
Pretty Face
What a pretty face
I must say you even look like a magazine
Those eyes, those lips, they match, you're poetry
Pretty girl
What a pretty face
But your heart and mind fascinate me
There's no one like you, you're different, that smile
Oh, my life
What a pretty
She doesn't wear makeup
Has one or two tattoos
Beautiful, stylish, and elegant
And that's the least interesting thing
Good for flirting
If she wants to dance
She moves like the sea
When she does the cha-cha-cha
You are the autumn sunsets, my love
You are that rum punch that tastes damn good on the beach
I want to give you my heart
My heart
What a pretty face
I must say you even look like a magazine
Those eyes, those lips, they match, you're poetry
Pretty girl
What a pretty face
But your heart and mind fascinate me
There's no one like you, you're different, that smile
Oh, my life
What a pretty
What a pretty face
I must say you even look like a magazine
Those eyes, those lips, they match, you're poetry
Pretty girl
What a pretty face
But your heart and mind fascinate me
There's no one like you, you're different, that smile
Oh, my life
What a pretty
