That Girl - The Basics

There’s this girl who

We all know, but

I can tell that you love her

Like no-one before

I want to tell you

There will be problems

And chances are you’ll meet the same fate

As the boys before

'Cause she’s the kind of girl that makes you think

You’ve got a chance in hell, but you ain’t got none

She’ll make plans and

Just as soon forget them

She pleads 'drunkenness',

It’s always such a fine defense!

And as for 'sorry',

You can forget it!

She won’t understand

Why you felt like such a fool

She’s the kind of girl that makes you think

You’ve got a chance in hell, but you ain’t got none

And hell’s the only place that you’ll be living

When she tells you she don’t want none

So you think too much

And you drink too much

And you start to think

You need a woman’s touch

So you get worked up

And you call her up

But the words don’t come

Cat got your tongue

I know, you wouldn’t mind

If she just said, 'you're not my kind'

But she will lead you on

Because she’s having too much fun

'Cause she’s the kind of girl that makes you think

You’ve got a chance in hell, but you ain’t got none

And hell’s the only place that you’ll be living

When she tells you she don’t want none

That girl, ooh

That girl, ooh

That girl, ooh

That girl, oh, oh

That girl

Oh, that girl

Ho ho, that girl

Oh-oh, that girl