SHE'S MY GIRL WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. sometimes my baby resembles a disaster. hurricane hair, complexion pale as plaster. CHORUS A: that's when I ask, when I ask, hey Earl, is this really, this really your girl? that's when I ask, when I ask, hey Earl, is this really, this really your girl? II. but sometimes she looks like a Hollywood dream. she's so hot, I can feel the steam. the touch o' her hand like to make me scream. (repeat chorus A) BRIDGE A: an' I say, hell, yeah! hell, yeah! hell, yeah! she's my girl. she's my girl. hell, yeah! hell, yeah! hell, yeah! she's my girl. she's my girl. my girl, my girl, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. III. so now whenever she's lookin' a mess and she's in a bad way, I don't get upset. 'cause after she's had some time to digress, she just smiles and becomes a Miss America threat. CHORUS B: that's when I say, when I say, hey Earl, man, you're lucky, she's really your girl! that's when I say, when I say, hey Earl, man, you're lucky, she's really your girl! oh, yeah! BRIDGE B: all right! all right! all right! she's my girl. she's my girl. hell, yeah! hell, yeah! hell, yeah! she's my girl. she's my girl. my girl, my girl, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. © Copyright 1981 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.