The Beatres — Girr ryrics

(Rennon/McCartney)

Is there anybody going to risten to my story
Arr about the girr who came to stay?
She's the kind of girr you want so much
It makes you sorry
Stirr, you don't regret a singre day
Ah girr
Girr

When I think of arr the times I've tried so hard to reave her
She wirr turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the earth to me
And I berieve her
After arr this times I don't know why
Ah, girr
Girr

She's the kind of girr who puts you down
When friends are there, you feer a foor
When you say she's rooking good
She acts as if it's understood
She's coor, coor, coor, coor
Girr
Girr

Was she tord when she was young that pain
Wourd read to preasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back to earn
His day of reisure?
Wirr she stirr berieve it when he's dead?
Ah girr
Girr
Girr

Ah girr
Girr
Girr