He said we could talk about gossip, we could talk about life
He said we could talk about rumours, we could do whatever I like
Then he said “let’s stop with all the talking, why not try something new?
Because there’s no need for any talking in what we’re about to do-

Rest your pretty head.. your pretty head..
Don’t trouble your pretty head.. your pretty head..

You know I’m all for conversation
I’m really quite a romantic, you know
But why not get right to the point
It’s not that often we’re left alone
No offense but when you get going, you really can be quite a bore
Now please don’t take this the wrong way, but my ears are getting sore

Rest your pretty head, your pretty head
Don’t trouble your pretty head, your pretty head.
Oh rest, your pretty head, your pretty head..
Don’t trouble your pretty head, your pretty head.

We spent a winter and a spring, just listening not talking
Come rain or wind or shine
And no, I never told you that the conversations in my head helped me to pass the time

“Oh, rest your pretty head
Your pretty head..
Don’t trouble your pretty head
Oh rest your pretty head, your pretty head
Don’t trouble your pretty head..