The pretty girl don't want to say hello.
The pretty girl don't want to say hello.
I said hello, but she ain't saying hello back.
Maybe she don't want to be called pretty,
maybe she wants to be call smart.
She was going to be my ride.
She was going to be my ride.
I was going to stay with her,
until it's time to go to the other side.
Pretty girl didn't say hello.
Pretty girl didn't say hello,
and, sometimes, that's just how things go.
I'm gonna be alright.
I'm gonna be alright.
I'm gonna be alright,
even though the pretty girl didn't say hello.
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