Is there anybody goin' 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.
Ooh, girl! girl!...

When I think of all the times
I've tried so hard to leave her
She will turned 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.
Ooh, girl! girl!

She's the kind of girl who puts
You down when friend 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.
Girl! girl!

Was she told when she was young
That they would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they say
That the man must break his back
To earn his day of leasure?
Will she still believe it when he's died?
Ooh, girl! girl!
Girl!
Girl!
Girl!
Girl!
Girl!
Girl!