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First of all, I caught her reflection in the window of the pharmacy storeThere I was locked up in my pick-up in the rush hour on the Delaware roadIt must have been the scent of her perfume or the glimpse of that French lingerieA product of my imagination, I blame it all on a hot summer's dayBlame it all on a hot summer's day, chasing Miss PrettyChasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss PrettyI turned up the air-conditioning, nothing's gonna cool me downI stared through the steamed up window and watched her glide away cross townI couldn`t let this vision escape me, couldn't let her get too far out my reachI was throwing my life in the gutter, along with the pick-up keysAlong with the pick-up keys, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss PrettyChasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss PrettyI tell myself that this can`t be happening, I promised myself never againBut when the chips are down and the lights go out I`m back here againChasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss PrettyI`ll promise her undying affection, promise everlasting loveI`ll buy her a ring for her finger, for this angel sent from Heaven aboveThe problem is I can`t seem to find her, it looks as if my true love is lostI`m standing alone with my heartache as my lady went and boarded the busMy lady`s gone and boarded the bus, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss PrettyChasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss PrettyI've got to get me a doctor, I gotta get me some pills, I need a real cold showerI got to get my eyes off these girls, got to get my eyes of these girlsI got to get my eyes off these girls, these girls, these girls, these girlsChasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty From Letras Mania