typeracer

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, ooh, ooh, ooh. Girl, girl, girl. Was she told when she was young that pain 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. Ah, girl, girl.