She is the girl,
That possessed such beauties,
A dream of men,
They can't possibly think,
She is the girl,
That appears like an angel,
Which caught my eyes,
When she walks before me,
She is the girl,
As pretty as the moon,
That shines brightly,
In the darkest side of its own,
She is the girl,
Having the fragrance of the heaven,
Of which it could kill,
Or paralysed its victim,
She is the girl,
A dream of mine,
But having you,
Is a hard thing to do,
She is the girl,
That breaks my heart,
Everytime she strolls,
With a friend of mine,
She is the girl,
That worth somebody else,
Now she was the girl,
Yes she was.
