That Kind of Girl
He met her blowing smoke rings
Under a “No Smoking” sign
She cut right there in front of him
Said “suckers wait in line”
Turned off by your walkman
You try to say hello
Now that I come to think of it
He never could say no
Careful, don’t give her an inch
She’ll take half your world
Why does he love that kind of girl?
And all of her exes, they could form a band
To play the kind of music
That she could never stand
Country’s just for bumpkins
That’s what she always said
And she likes Smashing Pumpkins
She’ll smash one on your head
Careful, don’t give her an inch
She’ll take half your world
Why does he love that kind of girl?
My photogenic memory
Ran out of film today
I never knew what not to do
Just knew what not to say
And she can play the victim
And she can victimize
She’ll play you off your brother
Right there in front of your eyes
Careful, don’t give her an inch
She’ll take half your world
Why does he love that kind of girl?
She gave him rocks for his head
And promised him a pearl
Why does he love that kind of girl?
Why does he love that kind of girl?