Is there anybody gone 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 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 this times 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, uh, uh, uh Girl! Girl!
Was she tolod when she was young the 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?
Ah girl! Girl! Girl!