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My girl's like a pin-up girl
That you'd see in magazines
They don't make those magazines like they used to
Not the ones from the fifties
If you ever saw her change
You'd probably think so too
But you'll never watch her change
She belongs to me, not you
My girl just made popcorn
And a glass of water, too
She's watching me write the song that I'm playing, now, for you
If you ever saw her change
You'd try to steal her away
Boys, you always take for granted what your girls do every day
When they change their clothes
When they put on pantyhose
When they ask your opinion
On the outfit that they chose
You should not refrain
Take the time out to explain
That she's beautiful and she's anything but
Anything but plain
My girlfriend likes this song, and she's laying next to me
My girl is barely dressed, so I'm gonna wrap this up quickly
I just love to watch her change, I like to check out all her curves
Next time your girl is changing take the time to find the words
When they change their clothes
When they put on pantyhose
When they ask your opinion
On the outfit that they chose
You should not refrain
Take the time out to explain
That she's beautiful and she's anything but, anything but
Anything but plain