P.S. You Rock My World
I don't believe that it's true
And when we fool around, you always put me down
Now what am I supposed to do
When you won't dance with me
And you won't hold hands with me
And that's not the way to be
Girl, you're treating me bad
I used to walk you home, now I walk alone
And it seems that you don't care
And when we're at school, you say I'm a fool
Why must you treat me so unfair
And you won't dance with me
And you won't hold hands with me
And that's not the way to be
Girl,
Pretty Girl Milking A Cow
Twas on a bright morning in Summer
When I first heard his voice spakin' low
As he said to a colleen beside him
"Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?"
Och many times often ye met me
And told me that I should be
You darling, Acushla,
A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree
Purty girl, purty girl,
With no on there to show her how
The purt, purt, purty girl is now
Milking her cow
I have not the manners or graces
Of the girls in the world where ye move
And I have not their beautiful faces
But oh, I've a heart that can love
And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin
With jewels, jewels in me brow
But och, don't be after forgettin'
Your purty girl milking her cow
Purty girl, purty cow,
I'm sure this song would have never been wrote
If the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat
But the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow
So the pretty girl was milking her cow.
Her cow, her cow...
La, la, la, la, la, la...
La, la, la la, la, la, la La, la, la, la
A purty girl milking her cow!