First of all, I caught her reflection in the window of the pharmacy store
There I was locked up in my pick-up in the rush hour on the Delaware road
It must have been the scent of her perfume or the glimpse of that French lingerie
A product of my imagination, I blame it all on a hot summer's day
Blame it all on a hot summer's day, chasing Miss Pretty

Chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty
I turned up the air-conditioning, nothing's gonna cool me down
I stared through the steamed up window and watched her glide away cross town
I couldn`t let this vision escape me, couldn't let her get too far out my reach
I was throwing my life in the gutter, along with the pick-up keys
Along with the pick-up keys, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty

Chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty
I tell myself that this can`t be happening, I promised myself never again
But when the chips are down and the lights go out I`m back here again

Chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty
I`ll promise her undying affection, promise everlasting love
I`ll buy her a ring for her finger, for this angel sent from Heaven above
The problem is I can`t seem to find her, it looks as if my true love is lost
I`m standing alone with my heartache as my lady went and boarded the bus
My lady`s gone and boarded the bus, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty

Chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty
I've got to get me a doctor, I gotta get me some pills, I need a real cold shower
I got to get my eyes off these girls, got to get my eyes of these girls
I got to get my eyes off these girls, these girls, these girls, these girls

Chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty, chasing Miss Pretty

Writer : BRAIDE, CHRISTOPHER / BASSETT, DAVE RICHARD / DICK DEREK, WILLIAM
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.