"Girls" lyrics

"Girls"
(originally by Eleni Mandell)

I wonder how you look when you sleep
Do you still dream about girls from your street?
Do you still dream about girls from high school?
Do you still dream about girls, girls, girls?
I wonder how you feel when you kiss
I wonder soft are your lips
Do still think about girls from last week?
Do you still think about girls, girls, girls?

I am a marble, the colour of a candy
I'll make you money whenever you're gambling
I am the dice you roll in the alley
I am the pennies that come in handy

I wonder how you feel when you're sad
Do you still cry about girls that you had?
Do you still cry about girls you wanted?
Do you still cry about girls, girls, girls?

I am a marble, the colour of a candy
I'll make you money whenever you're gambling
I am the dice you roll in the alley
I am the pennies that come in handy

I wonder how you look when you're happy
Do you still sing about girls from last week?
Do you still sing about girls from last year?
Do you still sing about girls, girls, girls? (Ooh)

Girls, girls, girls (Ooh)
Girls, girls, girls (Ooh)
Girls, girls, girls (Ooh)
Girls, girls, girls (Ooh)
Girls, girls, girls


Writer(s): Eleni Ilene Mandell
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