I walk around a new part of town I find a cafe and I sit me down
She was a pretty young thing Such a pretty young thing
All day breakfast and a cup of tea I hope that she's the one serving me
Such a pretty young thing Such a pretty young thing
From across the room I just hear her speak Is she a student of languages?
Something of her delicacy The girl who makes the sandwiches
Long dark hair and a purple jumper I study her via the wall mirror
Such a beautiful thing Such a pretty young thing
From across the room I just hear her speak Is she a student of languages?
Something of her delicacy The girl who makes the sandwiches
She disappears into the back somewhere I pay the bill to the man instead
And he's grinning her green Where's that pretty young thing?
I can't stop looking For that pretty young thing
Pretty young, pretty young pretty young thing
Pretty young things
Pretty young, pretty young, pretty young things