He said we could talk about gossip, we could talk about life He said we could talk about rumours, we could do whatever I like Then he said “let's stop with all the talking, why not try something new? Because there's no need for any talking in what we're about to do-
Rest your pretty head.. your pretty head.. Don't trouble your pretty head.. your pretty head..
You know I'm all for conversation I'm really quite a romantic, you know But why not get right to the point It's not that often we're left alone No offense but when you get going, you really can be quite a bore Now please don't take this the wrong way, but my ears are getting sore
Rest your pretty head, your pretty head Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head. Oh rest, your pretty head, your pretty head.. Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head.
We spent a winter and a spring, just listening not talking Come rain or wind or shine And no, I never told you that the conversations in my head helped me to pass the time
“Oh, rest your pretty head Your pretty head.. Don't trouble your pretty head Oh rest your pretty head, your pretty head Don't trouble your pretty head..