Pretty Little Face
Hours Eastly
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What a willful woe
Lord the moment I woke I rose
And it wears my soul
It’s a heavy load I tow
It’s a long, long road
I’ve a ways to go, I know
When my pace has slowed
Feel the back wind blow and so
It’s a long, long road
I will find my own way home
I will find my own way home
It’s a long, long road
I will find my own way home…
To your pretty little hands
And your pretty little lips
It’s your pretty little legs
And your pretty little hips
It’s your pretty little thighs
And your pretty little waist
It’s your pretty little eyes
And your pretty little face, girl
Your pretty little face girl
And why don’t you come back to my place?
It’s your pretty little hands
And your pretty little lips
It’s your pretty little legs
And your pretty little hips
It’s your pretty little thighs
And your pretty little waist
It’s your pretty little eyes
And your pretty little face, girl
Your pretty little face girl
What a willful woe
Lord the moment I awoke I rose
And it wears my soul
It’s a heavy load I tow
It’s a long, long road
I’ve a ways to go, I know
When my pace has slowed
Feel the back wind blow and so
It’s a long, long road
I will find my own way home
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