Sugar & Spice

See her over there by the bar, that's my girl
 See the top of her stockings beneath her skirt
 Later on she'll be puking all over the floor --
 Getting drunk again -- yeah, that's my girl
 She likes to ride in a fast car, my girl
 She wants to hitch-hike all over the world
 I can't afford diamonds, these stolen pearls
 She wears -- and nothing else -- she is my girl
 Candy canes, chocolates, pink and red hearts
 Teddy bears, sloppy valentine cards
 Pink ribbons, her soft lacy things
 Blown kisses, earrings, and diamond rings
 We go to strip clubs, me and my girl
 She likes to get up and give it a twirl
 Then she knocks down whiskeys with the boys --
 But I'm the only one she takes home -- she is my girl
 Chinese is all she cooks, she's is my girl
 She's got a tattoo of a fleur
 That many men have seen -- and a few girls
 But they don't touch her like I touch my girl
 She's always getting me in to fights
 But she cleans up the cuts every time
 We make love long into the night
 In a tangle we wake in the afternoon light
 She likes it when guys try to peek down her shirt --
 She's such an un-repentant flirt
 She's always hiking up her skirt --
 Shoplifting or card-sharking -- she is my girl
 Sugar and spice, rose red lips, her painted eyes
 Beauty and grace, her sultry sense of style
 Fresh-cut flowers adorning her silken curls
 Her gleaming smile -- she is my girl