| She knows when I’m lonesome. |
| She cried when I’m sad. |
| She’s up in the good times. |
| She' s down in the bad. |
| Whenever I’m discouraged. |
| She knows just what to do. |
| But girl, she doesn’t know about you. |
| I can tell her my troubles. |
| She makes them all seem right. |
| I can make up excuses. |
| Not to hold her at night. |
| We can talk of tomorrow. |
| I’ll tell her things that I want to do. |
| But girl, how can I tell her about you? |
| How can I tell her about you? |
| Girl, please tell me what to do. |
| Everything seems right whenever I’m with you. |
| So girl, won’t you tell me. |
| How to tell her about you? |
| How can I tell her I don’t miss her whenever I’m away. |
| How can I say it’s you and I think of every single night and day. |
| But when is it easy telling someone we’re through. |
| Ah girl, help me tell her about you |