Cosmo Jarvis - Betty lyrics
[Cosmo Jarvis - Betty lyrics]
I was walking down the road one day
And I saw a lonely light
Then I ran all the way home
In the middle of the night
I went down to the old arcade
And I saw your smiling face
You must be the most beautiful girl
In the whole of the human
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
I got into my beat up car
And suddenly I saw you
Yeah, I found myself totally fixated
On everything you do
I followed you round and round and round
'Til I ran out of gas
I was checking out my fuel gauge
As I checked out your
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
She's a waitress, she wait's for a living
But she ain't happy with
The money they're giving but she's driven
To make a little money on the side
Eyes darken, wide
So open up your flies and get inside
My Fiat Punto await's
There ain't a lotta room
But the view is great
And I'll drive you away from Chez Roberto
I'll pay you twenty quid, main and dessert
Oh, darling, you're sweating from your shift
And it drips on my gearstick
Lipstick lips are pouting
An hour ain't fit for a king
With twenty quid to spare on
A queen who's always giving
She's more than willing to make a living
No other women act like this
So wait behind the restaurant if you
Want the best there is
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
Betty walks, Betty saw everything
Betty walked, Betty saw everything
Betty walked, Betty saw everything
Betty walked, Betty saw everything
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
What's wrong with my sweet girl, what's wrong
With my sweet girl
What's wrong with my sweet
And I saw a lonely light
Then I ran all the way home
In the middle of the night
I went down to the old arcade
And I saw your smiling face
You must be the most beautiful girl
In the whole of the human
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
I got into my beat up car
And suddenly I saw you
Yeah, I found myself totally fixated
On everything you do
I followed you round and round and round
'Til I ran out of gas
I was checking out my fuel gauge
As I checked out your
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
She's a waitress, she wait's for a living
But she ain't happy with
The money they're giving but she's driven
To make a little money on the side
Eyes darken, wide
So open up your flies and get inside
My Fiat Punto await's
There ain't a lotta room
But the view is great
And I'll drive you away from Chez Roberto
I'll pay you twenty quid, main and dessert
Oh, darling, you're sweating from your shift
And it drips on my gearstick
Lipstick lips are pouting
An hour ain't fit for a king
With twenty quid to spare on
A queen who's always giving
She's more than willing to make a living
No other women act like this
So wait behind the restaurant if you
Want the best there is
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
Betty walks, Betty saw everything
Betty walked, Betty saw everything
Betty walked, Betty saw everything
Betty walked, Betty saw everything
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet girl?
What's wrong with Betty?
What's wrong with my sweet
What's wrong with my sweet girl, what's wrong
With my sweet girl
What's wrong with my sweet