Pretty little. Pretty, little.
In between the pretty, little houses,
On the pretty, little streets,
Sits a pretty ugly, little man,
Playing the most melodic beats,
People admire him from a far,
Not daring to let their children near,
But when all he wants is love,
They seem to disappear,
So he plays his pretty, little music,
In this pretty, little town,
Awaking pretty, little smiles,
While nobody notices his pretty little frown.