| ← | The Beatles | → |
| c | G⁷ | c | |
| Is there a | nybody g | oing to listen t | o my story |
| f | E♭ | G⁷ |
| All about the girl who came to s | tay? |
| She's the kind of girl you want so much it make you sorry |
| Still you don't regret a single day |
| E♭ | g | f | B7 | |
| Ah, | girl | |||
| Girl, g | irl |
| When I think of all the times I tried so hard to leave her |
| She will turn to me and start to cry |
| And she promises the earth to me and I believe her |
| After all this time I don't know why |
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| f | C |
| She's the kind of girl who puts you d | own when friends are there |
| You feel a fool |
| When you say she's looking good, she acts as if it's understood |
| f | A♭ |
| She's cool, ooh, oo, oo, oo |
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| Was she told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure |
| Did she understand it when they said |
| That a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure? |
| Will she still believe it when he's dead |
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