Lyrics:

John Lennon’s answer to McCartney’s “Michelle,” typically downbeat and self-aware in comparison to McCartney’s twee faux-French love song. The track stars as the ninth song of The Beatles' album Rubber Soul.
Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much, it makes you sorry
Still, you don't regret a single day

Ah, girl
Girl, girl

When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the Earth to me and I believe her
After all this time, I don't know why

Ah, girl
Girl, girl

She's the kind of girl who puts you down (Tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit)
When friends are there, you feel a fool (Tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit)
(Tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit)
When you say she's looking good (Tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit)
She acts as if it's understood (Tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit)
She's cool, ooh, ooh, ooh (Tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit, tit)

Girl
Girl, girl

Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead?

Ah, girl
Girl, girl


Ah, girl
Girl, girl