That Girl

There's this girl who

We all know, but

I can tell that you love her

Like no one before

I want to tell you

There will be problems

And chances are you'll meet the same fight

As the boys before

She's the kind of girl

That makes you think

You got a chance in hell

But you ain't got none

She'll make plans

And just as soon forget them

She'll plead drunkenness

It's always such a fine defence

And as for sorry

You can forget it

She won't understand

Why you felt like such a fool

She's the kind of girl

That makes you think

You got a chance in hell

But you ain't got none

And hell's the only place

That you'll be living

When she tells you

She don't want none

So you think too much

And you drink too much

And you start to think you need a woman's touch

So you get worked up

And you call her up

But the words don't come

Cat got your tongue!

I know you wouldn't mind

If she just said, "You're not my kind"

But she will just lead you on

Because she's having too much fun

She's the kind of girl

That makes you think

You got a chance in hell

But you ain't got none

And hell's the only place

That you'll be living

When she tells you

She don't want none

That girl

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That girl

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That girl

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That girl

That girl

That girl

That girl