Pretty Princess

(álbum: Native Sons - 1976)

Her lovely smile and golden hair
Her tender lips so warm and fair
A fireplace, a telephone
No word from him, she's all alone

Her time has finally come, she sees a chance to run away
She's found herself a friend, someone who's come to spend the day
They sit and talk of times when both of them were young and crazy
The silly things they'd say and how they used to play around

All at once their eyes are seeing someone whom they haven't seen before
His lips seem so inviting but she must keep on fighting for
She is wed to another man

She fills his glass with wine and asks him how his life is changing
His lady's much the same, her man, he hasn't changed at all
He didn't call

She knows it's wrong to say but yet she hopes he'll stay 'til morning
He tells her that it's late and that he really hates to go

Suddenly, their lips are touching, reaching for his hand she lets him know
Their bodies start to tremble, she's fighting innocent desire
Caught in the fire of a burning flame

My pretty princess, lying in your cotton flannel gown
Hold me once again, let me feel your moist and tender skin
Oh, pretty princess, lying in our bedded hearth of lust
Like a blazing fire, soon the cinders tire and turn to dust

Her treasure chest is locked away
A memory for a rainy day