|
Is there anybody going to listen to my story, |
|
All about the girl who came to stay? |
|
She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry, |
|
Still you don't regret a single day, |
|
Ah, girl... girl... |
|
When I think of all the times |
|
I've tried so hard to leave her, |
|
She will turn to me and start to cry, |
|
And she promises the earth to me and |
|
I believe her, |
|
After all there's time |
|
I don't know why, |
|
Ah, girl... girl... |
|
She's the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there, you feel a fool, |
|
When you say she's looking good, |
|
She acts as if it's understood, |
|
She's cool, cool, cool, cool, |
|
Ah, girl... girl... |
|
Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure |
|
Did she understand it when they said, |
|
That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure, |
|
Will she still believe him when he's dead? |
|
Ah, girl... girl... |
