Is there a ny bo dy going to li sten to my sto ry
All a bout the girl who came to stay?
She’s the kind of girl you
Want so much it makes you so rry
Still, you don’t re gret a si ngle day.

Ah, girl. Girl, girl.

When I think of all the times
I tried so hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she pro mi ses the earth to me and I be lieve her
A fter all this time I don’t know why.

Ah, girl. 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 loo king good
She acts as if it’s u nde rstood.
She’s cool, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Girl. Girl, girl.

Was she told when she was young
That pain would lead to plea sure?
Did she u nde rstand it when they said

That a man must break his back
To earn his day of lei sure?
Will she still be lieve it when he’s dead?

Ah, girl. Girl, girl.
Ah, girl. Girl, girl.