Mark Elliot – Hitman
The youngest son of a mighty
With friends last in their hand
Drinking away their troubles
In some other man
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty women are made for loving
Little me was made for mine
Oh, how can I ever stand it
To see them two blue eyes
Shining in the moonlight
Like diamonds in the sky
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty women are made for loving
Little me was made for mine
Last time I saw little Maggie
She was sitting by the banks of the sea
With a forty-foot strip right her waist
And a banjo on her knee
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty women are made for loving
Little me was made for mine
Go away, go away my Maggie
Go to the place you can
I'll get me another woman
Who can get you another man
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty women are made for loving
Little me was made for mine
Pretty flowers are made for blooming
Pretty stars are made to shine
Pretty women are made for loving
Little me was made for mine