Sanoja: Queers, The. Pretty Flamingo.

On our block all of the guys call her Flamingo

Cos her hair blows like the sun

And her eyes can light the sky

When she walks she moves so fine

Like a flamingo

Crimson dress the clings so tight

She's out of reach and out of sight

When she walks by she brightens up the neighborhood

Oh every guy would make her his

Ifhe just could

If she just would

Some sweet day I'll make her mine

Pretty flamingo

And every guy will envy me

Cos paradise is where I'll be