Is there anybody going to listen to my storynAll about the girl who came to stay?nShe's the kind of girlnYou want so much it makes you sorrynStill you don't regret a single daynAh, girl, girl, girlnnWhen I think of all the timesnI tried so hard to leave hernShe will turn to me and start to crynAnd she promises the earth to menAnd I believe hernAfter all this time I don't know whynAh, girl, girl, girlnnShe's the kind of girl who puts you downnWhen friends are therenYou feel a foolnWhen you say she's looking goodnShe acts as if it's understoodnShe's cool, ooh, ooh, oohnGirl, girl, girlnnWas she told when she was youngnThat pain would lead to pleasure?nDid she understand it when they saidnThat a man must break his backnTo earn his day of leisure?nWill she still believe it when he's dead?nAh, girl, girl, girlnAh, girl, girl, girl