Tekster: Air Supply. What Kind Of Girl.

What kind of girl?
What kind of girl?

What kind of man is enough to begin to understand
How love begins so small?
From that first day when she wakes
And your arms are all she has to hold on to
You'll never let her go
And you'd say, "What kind of girl?"

You'll never run any more
Now the world has come alive for you, you'll say
("How did I once survive?")
What kind of girl does it take
That gives everything she has always to share?
Her love is everywhere and you'll say, "What kind of girl?"

What kind of girl?
What kind of girl?

From that first day when she wakes
And your arms are all she has to hold on to
You'll never let her go
And you'd say, "What kind of girl?"

What kind of girl?
What kind of girl?
What kind of girl?
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