You’re Too Pretty To Be Working In A Burger Joint lyrics

You're too pretty to be working in a burger joint so worm your way out of there
And work your way into my heart
I've been [oh-oh-oh] like a city-stripper, come on [baby-sugar-honey] everything
Is falling all apart

Up down, all around and everywhere, send a send a letter send a letterbomb and
Send it to yr home-loan
Telephone Holly, Holly, Holly and
(I) don't feel peachy-keen, hunky-dory superfine

I'm too lazy to be sleeping in a restaurant
So order, order, order, in the court in the c-c-c-c-court
I st-st-stutter when I mutter, what-a what-a what-a
Isn't it just beautiful how icicles a-penatrate the sky?!

Down town, up town and everywhere
I could send a lovey-letter full of insincerities and old clichés
But that's been done before, my friend, my lover
(I) don't feel anything, hap-happy, superfine

Lalalalalaladoododo

Take my hand and tell me I'm the only man to make you feel the way that ravers
Feel when they're on ecstasy!
I've lost weight like I'm sponsored by Jenny Craig; there isn't much of me to go
Around -
I'm digging underground, and look at what I've found!
Small things grow to big things and dominate the picture space, all angular
Rectangular
And dating grows to mating and hating everything, small things and big things
And anything
That moves like a woman and talks like a teenager becomes a candidate for living
Out your dreams in other people
As opposed to finding inner peace of mind and playing like child again