pretty princess

loggins & messina

her lovely smile and golden hair

her tender lips so warm and fair

a fireplace

a telephone

no word from him

she's all alone

her time has finally come

she sees a chance to run away

she's found herself a friend

someone who's come to spend the day

they sit and talk of times when both of them were young and crazy

the silly things they'd say and how they used to play around

all at once their eyes are seeing someone whom they haven't seen before

his lips seem so inviting but she must keep on fighting for

she is wed to another man

she fills his glass with wine and asks him how his life is changing

his lady's much the same

her man

he hasn't changed at all

he didn't call

she knows it's wrong to say but yet she hopes he'll stay 'til morning

he tells her that it's late and that he really hates to go

suddenly

their lips are touching

reaching for his hand she lets him know

their bodies start to tremble

she's fighting innocent desire

caught in the fire of a burning flame

my pretty princess

lying in your cotton flannel gown

hold me once again

let me feel your moist and tender skin

oh

pretty princess

lying in our bedded hearth of lust

like a blazing fire

soon the cinders tire and turn to dust

her treasure chest is locked away

a memory for a rainy day