(matraca berg/ronnie samoset)
Theres a man in a stetson hat, howlin like an alley cat
Outside my window tonight
Sayin, "baby, put on something hot, meet me in the parking lot
About a quarter to nine"
I get the feelin that hes never read romeo and juliet
Im gettin tired of these one night stands
But if you wanna make a real romance
Im that kind of girl, Im that kind of girl
I aint the woman in red, I aint the girl next door
But if somewhere in the middles what youre lookin for
Im that kind of girl, yes Im that kind of girl
Let me tell you that I like my lovin just as much as any woman
But Im drawin the line
A little sensitivity always seems to get to me every time
Im a sucker for a love-sick fool
The kind that carries all your books in school
Im getting tired of these one night stands
But if youre lookin for a real romance
Im that kind of girl, Im that kind of girl
I aint the woman in red, I aint the girl next door
But if somewhere in the middles what youre lookin for
Im that kind of girl, yes Im that kind of girl
Im that kind of girl, Im that kind of girl
I aint the woman in red, I aint the girl next door
But if somewhere in the middles what youre lookin for
Im that kind of girl, yes Im that kind of girl
Im that kind of girl, oh whoa
Im that kind of girl, oh whoa