Being a Girl Songtext

von Van Hunt

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-her-self,
-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 pocket-ful
-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 her-self,
-full of spectacle and charm-like nothing else.
Being a girl...