See her over there by the bar, that's my girl See the top of her stockings beneath her skirt Later on she'll be puking all over the floor -- Getting drunk again -- yeah, that's my girl She likes to ride in a fast car, my girl She wants to hitch-hike all over the world I can't afford diamonds, these stolen pearls She wears -- and nothing else -- she is my girl Candy canes, chocolates, pink and red hearts Teddy bears, sloppy valentine cards Pink ribbons, her soft lacy things Blown kisses, earrings, and diamond rings We go to strip clubs, me and my girl She likes to get up and give it a twirl Then she knocks down whiskeys with the boys -- But I'm the only one she takes home -- she is my girl Chinese is all she cooks, she's is my girl She's got a tattoo of a fleur That many men have seen -- and a few girls But they don't touch her like I touch my girl She's always getting me in to fights But she cleans up the cuts every time We make love long into the night In a tangle we wake in the afternoon light She likes it when guys try to peek down her shirt -- She's such an un-repentant flirt She's always hiking up her skirt -- Shoplifting or card-sharking -- she is my girl Sugar and spice, rose red lips, her painted eyes Beauty and grace, her sultry sense of style Fresh-cut flowers adorning her silken curls Her gleaming smile -- she is my girl