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"Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet 
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you, mercy"

 It was like that faithful moment in the flicks; when a pretty woman walked down the street.All the men on the block stopping whatever they were doing as they stared at her starry eyed and longing.Did I ever wish that I would find myself in this situation.With a beautiful gal passing by with her long dark hair twisting all around her doll like face.While Roy Orbison's pretty woman played in the background as she smiled and waved at people she knew.All this happening in slow motion while I stood there like a ditz admiring her beauty.My jaw nearly popping down on the sidewalk as she turned her full attention towards me.Man could such a babe be pulled from the sheets of magazines and be crafted into flesh and bone?Todos los derechos reservados

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