Is there anybody going to listen to my storyAll about the girl who came to stay?She’s the kind of girlYou want so much, it makes you sorryStill you don’t regret a single dayAh, girl, girl
When I think of all the timesI tried so hard to leave herShe will turn to me and start to cryAnd she promises the earth to meAnd I believe herAfter all this time I don’t know whyAh, girl, girl
She’s the kind of girl who puts you downWhen friends are thereYou feel a foolWhen you say she’s looking goodShe acts as if it’s understoodShe’s cool, ooh, ooh, oohGirl, girl, girl
Was she told when she was youngThat pain would lead to pleasure?Did she understand it when they saidThat a man must break his backTo earn his day of leisure?Will she still believe it when he’s dead?Ah, girl, girl, girlAh, girl, girl