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Description
The city bustles, shop windows sparkle, and in this whirl of light she appears - the one who makes even the traffic lights forget their order. Everything seems to be as usual: heels click on the tiles, shop windows reflect lights and glances. But there is something dangerously hypnotic about this gait, like a confident chord on an old piano, behind which someone has remembered how passion sounds.
And next to her is the eternal observer, not the hero of the novel, but clearly a regular at shop windows and dreams. In his head is rhythm, heat and slight madness. He is not a romantic, he is a gourmet. Beauty does not evoke awe in him, but appetite - such that even a candy shop seems like a lean store. This is not about love until death - rather, it is about how life calls you to the dance floor and winks at you from the mirror in the fitting room.
Everything happens quickly, boldly and with a spark. And even though it's the same street, the same noise and the same day, it seems that somewhere between the verses, the world has become a little brighter. A beautiful woman just walked by.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Pretty woman, walking 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.
Mase.
I -love me some pretty women. -Yeah.
All around the world, there's so many women.
-Yeah. -I'm like a little kid in a candy store.
I wanna eat it all till I can't no more. Now do like J. Lo and hit the floor.
While I bust a rhyme and you give me some more. I need you to move like a kick in the door.
-Uh-huh. -Me plus three equals fo' sure. Let's go.
-Now come on, baby, light my fire. -Uh-huh.
With you and the passion and lust, let's ride. I don't get jealous, not my style.
For the locuras I love, let's get wild.
Pick a bathroom, parking lot, or a dressing room at the mall.
Matter of fact, let's do 'em all tomorrow.
-Dale. -Pretty woman, stop a while.
Pretty woman, talk a while.
Pretty woman, give your smile to me.
Pretty woman, walking 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.
Mase.
Pretty woman.
English translation
Pretty woman, walking 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.
Mase.
I -love me some pretty women. -Yeah.
All around the world, there's so many women.
-Yeah. -I'm like a little kid in a candy store.
I wanna eat it all till I can't no more. Now do like J. Lo and hit the floor.
While I bust a rhyme and you give me some more. I need you to move like a kick in the door.
-Uh-huh. -Me plus three equals fo' sure. Let's go.
-Now come on, baby, light my fire. -Uh-huh.
With you and the passion and lust, let's ride. I don't get jealous, not my style.
For the locuras I love, let's get wild.
Pick a bathroom, parking lot, or a dressing room at the mall.
Matter of fact, let's do 'em all tomorrow.
-Dale. -Pretty woman, stop a while.
Pretty woman, talk a while.
Pretty woman, give your smile to me.
Pretty woman, walking 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.
Mase.
Pretty woman.