Sister Sledge - Pretty Baby Lyrics
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Pretty Baby
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What Are The Lyrics For Pretty Baby By Sister Sledge?
Pretty baby grew into a lady
The people don't know What your mama know, they don't Pretty baby In the light of the dawn A pretty babe was born Her mother, she had sworn To take good care of her Every night Mom would pray Her life would not be torn Her clothes would not be worn Until they dropped off of her My child, you dear Don't have no fear, I'll shed the tears Keep your head clear, my pretty baby Pretty baby grew into a lady The people don't know What your mama know, they don't Pretty baby Little girl, I want you to attend the finest schools And never be a fool, I've got experience Learn all that you can, you'll find that in the end You'll learn how to depend on yourself It makes me glad You have the things I didn't have Never be sad, my pretty baby Pretty baby grew into a lady The people don't know What your mama know, they don't Pretty baby The people don't know What your mama know, they don't The people don't know What your mama know, they don't The people don't know What your mama know, they don't The people don't know What your mama know, they don't Pretty baby grew into a lady Pretty baby grew into a lady The people don't know What your mama know, they don't The people don't know What your mama know, they don't Pretty baby Pretty baby grew into a lady Pretty baby grew into a lady The people don't know What your mama know, they don't The people don't know What your mama know, they don't Pretty baby |
Who Wrote Pretty Baby By Sister Sledge?
Edwards, Rodgers, Bernard Edwards, Nile Rodgers
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What's The Duration Of The Pretty Baby By Sister Sledge?The duration of Pretty Baby is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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