| She’s the kind of girl you know, |
| Who likes to keep account of what she owes, |
| And I would try to let her out, |
| But I can hear her when she’s not around. |
| And she’s saying things about my hair, She’s saying things about my hair. |
| She’s wondering why the guys don’t know |
| Why she’s afraid of what she owes. |
| She is only learning of |
| A different kind of love. |
| He’s the only man you love, |
| He’s the only man you’re thinking of. |
| You’d never try to make a deal, |
| The kind of love that you don’t have to feel. |
| But she’s leaving him, now she’s grown, |
| She’s leaving him, now she’s grown. |
| And I’m saying all the right things, |
| I’m saying all the right things. |
| She’s feeling like she’ll owe her man |
| A wilfull taste of all she is. |
| She thinks she’s only learning of |
| A different kind of love. |
| So maybe she can be the man, |
| Get the money any way she can. |
| I’ll wait in the house alone, |
| Give her what she needs when she comes home. |
| But I’m just as blind as the rest, |
| I’m just as blind as the rest. |
| Cause she’s saying things about my hair, |
| She’s saying things about my hair. |
| She’s feeling like she’ll owe the world, |
| To anyone who’ll take her in. |
| She thinks she’s only learning of |
| A different kind of love. |
| She’s wondering why the guys don’t know |
| Why she’s afraid of what she owes |
| She is only learning of |
| A different kind of love. |