I walk around a new part of town I find a cafe and I sit me downShe was a pretty young thing Such a pretty young thingAll day breakfast and a cup of tea I hope that she's the one serving meSuch a pretty young thing Such a pretty young thingFrom across the room I just hear her speak Is she a student of languages?Something of her delicacy The girl who makes the sandwichesLong dark hair and a purple jumper I study her via the wall mirrorSuch a beautiful thing Such a pretty young thingFrom across the room I just hear her speak Is she a student of languages?Something of her delicacy The girl who makes the sandwichesShe disappears into the back somewhere I pay the bill to the man insteadAnd he's grinning her green Where's that pretty young thing?I can't stop looking For that pretty young thingPretty young, pretty young pretty young thingPretty young thingsPretty young, pretty young, pretty young things