Chris De Burgh. Girl. Zeneszám

Is there anybody going 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 there's time, 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, cool, cool, cool
Ah, 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 him when he's dead?
Ah, girl, girl