She's not the kind that sleeps around,
she's the kind that settles down.
She's got that gentleness of touch, so full of life
and full of dreams
the kind of girl I need so much.
She's got those tender looking eyes,
the kind that never cheats or lies.
But why she works in this old bar, full of drunks
and has-been stars;
I wish that I could change it all.
For she's my kind of girl
but she belongs to a much better world.
She pours the drinks with steady hands.
I bet, she's the kind that understands,
a guy like me who drinks alone
without a friend, away from home
still drying out from the pouring rain.
I wish I knew just what to say
to make her come with me one day.
But until then I'll keep my place, every night
to see her face
and just to dream a little more.
For she's my kind of girl
but she belongs to a much better world.
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