| Every once in awhile
|
| You meet a child that drives you wild
|
| With unmistakable
|
| Down-town, style
|
| Her winter coat and sexy tokes
|
| On camel smokes
|
| Don’t prepare you
|
| For a laugh that explodes
|
| A princess and a mistress
|
| Dressed in Sunday best
|
| To impress a fresh love, interest
|
| To set the stage
|
| Receive her praise
|
| And leave a sour taste
|
| That only gets sweeter as it fades
|
| She just can’t help being a girl
|
| She just can’t help being a girl
|
| She just can’t help herself
|
| Full of spectacle and charm like nothing else
|
| Being a girl
|
| At the initial glance
|
| She’s making plans to build her a man
|
| Like a T-4 or an airplane
|
| The girl wants a model romance
|
| Fell in love
|
| While taming her new adventurer
|
| 'Cause every rebel
|
| Needs a woman’s touch
|
| (Woman's touch)
|
| The fact is she’s an actress
|
| Using the bedroom for practice
|
| Making him think
|
| His kiss is all she ever imagines
|
| With a pocketful of rocket fuel
|
| Dragging strings that pull
|
| On a heart, that’s uncertain
|
| But beautiful
|
| She just can’t help being a girl
|
| She just can’t help being a girl
|
| She just can’t help herself
|
| Full of spectacle and charm like nothing else
|
| Being a girl |