Girl

Girl

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
Aaah, girl, girl...girl, girl


When I think of all the times
I've tried so hard to leave her
She would turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the Earth to me
and I believe her
After all this time, I don't know why?
Aaah, girl, girl...girl, girl


She's the kind of girl
Who puts you down when friends are there
You feel a fool
When we say she's looking good
She acts as if it's understood
She's cool...ooo...ooo...ooo...
Girl, girl...girl, girl


Was she told when she was young
that fame 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 it when he's dead?
Aaah, girl, girl...girl, girl



Aaah, girl, girl...girl, girl


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