Lyrics:

Every once-in-awhile,
-You meet a child,
-That drives you wild,
With unmistakable, down-town, style.
Her winter coat,
-And sexy tokes,
-On camel smokes;
Don't prepare you for a laugh that explodes.
A princess, and a mistress,
-Dressed in Sunday best,
To impress a fresh-love, interest.
To set the stage,
Receive her praise,
-And leave a sour taste;
That only gets sweeter as it fades.
She just can't help: Being a girl,
She just can't help: Being a girl,
She just can't help-her-self,
-Full of spectacle and charm like nothing else.
Being a girl...
At the initial glance,
She's making plans;
-To build her a man.
Like a T-4, or an airplane;
-The girl wants a model romance,
Fell in love;
-While taming her;
-New adventurer,
Cause every rebel needs a woman's touch (woman's touch)
The fact is;
She's an actress,
-Using the bedroom, for practice;
Making him think, his kiss is all she ever imagines.
With a pocket-ful
-Of rocket fuel;
-Dragging strings that pull;
On a heart - that's uncertain, but beautiful...
She just can't help: Being a girl;
She just can't help: Being a girl;
She just can't help her-self,
-Full of spectacle and charm-like nothing else.
Being a girl...