Lyrics

You could show me all your photographs You could leave me hanging high You could show me all the mystery Hiding in your eyes You could give a thousand reasons Why I should be with you You could be in season Just like you want me to You don't have to prove a thing Pretty girl, pretty girl Yeah, you don't have to prove a thing Oh, pretty girl, pretty girl You could tell me all your secrets That I would only keep 'em You can have your soup du jour When you're fast asleep Well, when you turn me over Keep it all in time Put on your precious makeup Well, you won't stand in line 'Cause you don't have to prove a thing Pretty girl, pretty girl You don't have to prove a thing Pretty girl I'm standing in your doorway Don't you try to lock it You might just try to walk away With something in your pocket Well, anything you want to do It easily gets done Well, even on a rainy day You could pull the sun Oh, well, you don't have to prove a thing Oh, pretty girl, pretty girl You don't have to prove a thing Oh, pretty girl You don't have to prove a thing Or lose a thing You don't have to prove a thing...