They wake up early and scour the town
For men like us with our heads down
So their dance cards are punched with holes
From now until their cover's blown

All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa

They meet in secret and swap their notes
And talk about who's broken the most
With legs as long as galaxies
Take to make planets with seas

All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa

You'd think we'd maybe learn a thing or two by now
But I don't see how, but I don't see how
When hips just make the slightest twitch
We fall down
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa

All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa
All the pretty ones
Oh, whoa

Ohh, whoa
Ohh, whoa