Pretty Woman

Oh! Look at that pretty lady,

Her height is just, less than my daddy.

Her eyes are like deep blue ocean,

As asking me some short of questions.

Her voice is like sweet nightingale,

Which calls me from all angel.

I always rush in that direction,

Where, I get lots of affection.

There I found the real creation,

Whom serving will be my ambition.

Oh! Come let's meet that pretty woman,

Who is as white as dove's feather.

She is none other than my Pretty mother.