Talk to the ordinary girl and ask her if she
likes the feeling of always being dolled up just like a doll
And sold in the market place
The object of your intentions
The outlet of all your tensions
Just there to leave a smile
And on a mountainous place
Talk to the ordinary girl and tell her she's
the second fiddle to your guitar
That she plucked the strings of her heart
and she only plays one tune
just ask her if she's ordinarily living
been easy to use an illusion
When you look at it, look at it, look at it,
Talk to the ordinary girl in some way
Even body language can't communicate
And see if she's getting your drift at all
You can always buy her pearls
When you left her bed in the morning
You can always leave her not
When you look at it, look at it,
look at it, look at it, look at it
look at it, look at it, look at it,
talk to the ordinary girl