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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 so hard 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. Didididi..
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 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!
Ah, girl! Girl! Girl!
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