The Priest’s Tale
Pretty girls upon the sand
The sea is old and so’s the land
The sun comes up but they don’t mind
And now they leave their clothes behind
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain't it gonna make me happy
Butterfly your sugar smell
The Venus standing on your shell
You blind my eye, your devil smile
Your beams reach out across the sky
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain't it gonna make me happy
Pretty girls across the land
The air is cold and so’s my hand
Show them to their flower beds
Oh lord I have to shake my head
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain’t it gonna make me happy
Ain't it gonna make me happy
They check out where you are (happy)
They check out where you are (happy)
They check out where you are (happy)
They check out where you are (happy)
They check out where you are (happy)
They check out where you are (happy)
They check out where you are (happy)
They check out where you are (happy)