Pretty Girl

by Ruth Brown

She'a a pretty girl, all right,
And she'll stay with you the night,
And give you all the love your heart could hold.
But when the morning's come,
You'll find that she is gone,
She's a pretty girl, but with the devil's soul.

She once was loved completely,
And gave her love so sweetly,
She was the dream of every man in town.
But a man of low intent,
Took her precious love, and went,
And when he left, he quickly dragged her down.

Now, she walks the streets, dejected,
All alone, and unprotected,
From the seamy side of life, and all it's woes.
She's a pretty girl, all right,
But in the morning light,
She reminds a person of a faded rose.