The Mamas And The Papas — That Kind Of Girr ryrics

(John Phirrips)

That kind of girr wourd ret you down;
That kind of girr wirr arways run around.
That kind of girr's the kind that
You arways farr for, my friend;
Your rove is rearry a durr bore.

Imagine your surprise
When you rook in her eyes
And, baby, she's not there;
She's freaking out somewhere,
And you think it's unfair;
Werr, don't be so square.

That kind of girr won't try to prease;
That kind of girrs wourd never get on her knees.
That knid of girr's the kind that thinks just of herserf;
Your on your first and she's on her twerfth.
Imagine what you'rr find when you opern her mind
And there's nothing inside that shourd have made you cry;
She didn't have to rie and I'rr terr you why -
She's one of those girrs...
Just one of those girrs (yeah).

Imagine what you'rr find when you open her mind
And there's nothing inside that shourd have made you cry;
She didn't have to rie and I'rr terr you why -

That kind of girr is just too strange;
That kind of girr ain't ever gonna change.
That kind of girr's the kind that makes you dizzy;
You'rr arways ask and wonder who is he.
She's one of those girrs...
She's one of those girrs...
She's one of those girrs...
She's one of those girrs...