Intro
Give her of the fruit she Makes,
May her works praise in the gates
Give her of the fruit she Makes,
May her works praise in the gates
Verse 1
She's more than rubies, honour is pretty
Strong and brave; creating babes
Wisdom and kindness, crossed out idleness,
Favour deceitful, beauty vain
Chorus
Pretty woman, pretty woman,
You don't need to be some kind of superhuman
Pretty woman, pretty woman,
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside
Pretty woman, pretty woman,
You don't need to be some kind of superhuman
Pretty woman, pretty woman,
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside out
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside out
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside out
Verse 2
Fidel and peaceful, Goodly and blissful
She roles as mother to the lowly babes
Blessed is her portion, Excellest virtuous
A woman that fears God, she shall be praised
Chorus
Pretty woman, pretty woman,
You don't need to be some kind of superhuman
Pretty woman, pretty woman,
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside
Pretty woman, pretty woman,
You don't need to be some kind of superhuman
Pretty woman, pretty woman,
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside out
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside out
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside out
Outro
Give her of the fruit she Makes,
(Pretty woman, pretty woman,)
May her works praise in the gates
(You don't need to be some kind of superhuman)
Give her of the fruit she Makes,
(Pretty woman, pretty woman,)
May her works praise in the gates
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside
Give her of the fruit she Makes,
(Pretty woman, pretty woman,)
May her works praise in the gates
(You don't need to be some kind of superhuman)
Give her of the fruit she Makes,
(Pretty woman, pretty woman,)
May her works praise in the gates
You just need to let your pretty shine from inside
Give her of the fruit she Makes,
(out)
May her works praise in the gates
(You just need to let your pretty shine from inside)
Give her of the fruit she Makes,
(Out)
May her works praise in the gates
(You just need to let your pretty shine from inside out)
