Look at My Soul

When you look at my soul
You can tell where I'm going
You can tell where I've been
And nobody can know me
Like the way that you know me
I keep getting in
Let the pretty girls cry
Let me show you the sunshine
Let me take you to town
When we touch the sky
Flowers planted in gardens
Cut a swing in the wind
'Cause I prefer the pretty thing
I prefer the pretty thing
You are a pretty thing
You are a pretty thing
I prefer the pretty thing
I prefer the pretty thing
You are a pretty thing
You are a pretty thing
Now all the dust off
Record please better
Smooth like butter, yeah
As long as you're up
Won't you sway with me
'Til it's all too much, yeah
It's never too much
Love's never too much, no
It's never too much
Love's never too much, no
I prefer the pretty thing
(Living, loving, rolling, liking, living it up now)
I prefer the pretty thing
(Living, loving, rolling, liking, living it up now)
I prefer the pretty thing
(Living, loving, rolling, liking, living it up now)
I prefer the pretty thing
(Living, loving, rolling, liking, living it up now)
Yes, I prefer the pretty thing
(Living, loving, rolling, liking, living it up now)
I prefer the pretty thing
(Living, loving, rolling, liking, living it up now)
I prefer the pretty thing
(Living, loving, rolling, liking, living it up now)
I prefer the pretty thing
(Living, loving, rolling, liking, living it up now)