She she she she's a girl, she's a girl from my country, and she's growin up in a church, every night is like sunday morning. She she she, she's a girl and she came to the city, she spent three months in a club with flashing lights and glitter walls. Finally she knows my name but she still acts like I'm Kurt Cobain. I hope that tonight in a juicy light, I'll find a juicy surprise. Girls! Girls on Vodka speak to me with their sticky eyes and there's no surprise, I guess they never ever see the sunlight. She she she, she's a girl in the time of her sadness, 'cause daddy's money is just running out and she did not catch her dreams, but she still spares some change for a drink.