Ponsonby Road

It's Saturday night down Ponsonby Road The pretty people out looking to unload They got their Uber cool on tonight. You're dressed to the nines with your high heel shoes Your painted-on smile that you're aiming to use To get yourself a piece of pie. Hey pretty lady hey pretty lady Hey pretty lady hey pretty lady Hey pretty lady you're are on the prowl tonight You size up the room with one casual glance You spot your John looking to take a chance Without one word you bring him on slow Right on cue he asks you to dance That damn fool he don't stand a chance Your hook bites deep but he don't know What's goin' on Hey pretty lady hey pretty lady Hey pretty lady hey pretty lady Hey pretty lady you're are on the prowl tonight The shadows are your playground, illusion that's your game You get jacked up then go hunting and every weekend it's the same Hey pretty lady hey pretty lady Hey pretty lady hey pretty lady Hey pretty lady you're are on the prowl tonight you're on the prowl tonight down Ponsonby Road you're on the prowl tonight