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
She's an ordinary girl
You made her
The object of your intentions
The outlet of all your tensions
Just there to leave a smile
On your face
And on a mountainous place
So you can look at it
Look at it, look at it
Look at it, look at it
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
She's an ordinary girl,
just ask her if she's ordinarily living
It's always
been easy to use an illusion
When you look at it, look at it, 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
If it goes over her head
You can always buy her pearls
And string them
Like the stars and moon
that she'll reach for
When you left her bed in the morning
You can always leave her not
You can tie it on
You could be an item
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,
look at it, look at it
talk to the ordinary girl
you