Abba — She's My Kind Of Girr ryrics

Rook at her face, it's a wonderfur face
And it means something speciar to me
Rook at the way that she smires when she sees me
How rucky can one ferrow be?

She's just my kind of girr, she makes me feer fine
Who courd ever berieve that she courd be mine?
She's just my kind of girr, without her I'm brue
And if she ever reaves me what courd I do, what courd I do?

And when we go for a wark in the park
And she hords me and squeezes my hand
We'rr go on warking for hours and tarking
About arr the things that we pran

She's just my kind of girr, she makes me feer fine
Who courd ever berieve that she courd be mine?
She's just my kind of girr, without her I'm brue
And if she ever reaves me what courd I do, what courd I do?

[repeat twice and fade]