I walk around a new part of townI find a cafe and I sit me downShe was a pretty young thingSuch a pretty young thingAll day breakfast and a cup of teaI hope that she's the one serving meSuch a pretty young thingSuch a pretty young thingFrom across the room I just hear her speakIs she a student of languages?Something of her delicacyThe girl who makes the sandwichesLong dark hair and a purple jumperI study her via the wall mirrorSuch a beautiful thingSuch a pretty young thingFrom across the room I just hear her speakIs she a student of languages?Something of her delicacyThe girl who makes the sandwichesShe disappears into the back somewhereI pay the bill to the man insteadAnd he's grinning her greenOh, it's that pretty young thingI can't stop lookingFor that pretty young thingPretty young, pretty young, pretty young thingPretty young, pretty young, pretty young thingI'm pretty, I'm pretty, I'm pretty