Fleetwood Mac

So cool, calm and collected.
You had a styke, a rakish style.
Well, my poor heart never connected.
You'd stay so long on my mind.
Well, isn't it midnight
on the other side of the world?
Do you remember
the face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl.)
The face of a pretty girl.
(The face of a pretty girl.)
Looking back so long ago.
You had a knack, a knack of making women know.
Ooh, there wasn't the time
and I knew you'd never be mine
Well, isn't it midnight
on the other side of the world?
Do you remember
the face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl.)
The face of a pretty girl.
(The face of a pretty girl.)
Isn't it midnight
on the other side of the world?
Do you remember
the face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl.)
The face of a pretty girl.
(The face of a pretty girl.)
The face of a pretty girl.
(The face of a pretty girl.)
The face of a pretty girl. [repeated several times]