THIS GIRL I KNOW

You’re a crackup. Why are you so panic-struck?
Get yourself cleaned up. Pick up your things and move on

This girl I know, a Lincoln Continental
She’s not exactly gentle. Was it really accidental?
In love, she knows, anything goes
Men fall like dominoes
Her Romeos, what we feel or where we go
She doesn’t really care to know
This girl I know

Tell me more, please
A touch of class, a touch of sleaze
She’s the kind I like to squeeze

This girl I know, perhaps a little mental
Highly ornamental. Is that coincidental?
When Barbie Doll goes AWOL, men fall
Sodium pentathol won’t help at all
As I recall, goodbye said it all
Good luck if you should ever call
This girl I know

Don’t spoil the fun. I’ve already found someone.

Thought I was the groom, I’m the gigolo
Thought I was New York, I’m Idaho
Thought I was love, but I’m porno
Thought I was Broadway, I’m a game show

You’re a crackup. Why are you so panic-struck?
You had your run. Face it, you’re just not the one.

As time goes by, she tells herself someday she’ll try
If she can find a guy a little bit more wash-and-dry
He won’t ask why, he’ll stay outside the Great Divide
His sheltering sky, his little white lie
Will simplify and intensify the bogus modus operandi of
This girl I know
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This girl I know
The girl I shouldn’t have known

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

THIS GIRL I KNOW