Stop, Look and Listen — текст песни (Elvis Presley)

(Words & music by Joy Byers)
When I was a little bitty boy
Sittin` on my papa`s knee
I still remember every word my papa said to me
Now boy if you ever meet
A pretty woman walking down the street

You`d better
Stop real still, look both ways
Listen or you`ll get in trouble

When you see her go struttin` by
Giving you that evil eye
And she`s got a kind of dreamy look
Just enough to get you shook
Now boy don`t you lose your head
You pay attention what your papa said

You`d better
Stop real still, look both ways
Listen or you`ll get in trouble

All right !

She`ll drive you crazy with the way she walks
She`ll drive you crazy with the way she talks
And you`ll think you`re gonna lose your mind
`Cause that pretty woman looks so fine
And the very first thing you`ll know
You`ll be tellin` her you love her so

You`d better stop real still