Girls, they are so lovely   Oh Girls, girls, oh, please love me   Girls run around in your head   'Till you wish you had boys instead   Girls, they are such fragile stuff   That you just can't get enough      Oh girls, girls   They are impossible   Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls      Do I have girls?   Let me tell you about some girls   I have three girls   Rhonda, Tracee and Chudney      I have girls in my bathroom   Girls in my closet   Girls wearing my shoes, my lipstick, my perfume   Sleeping with my husband   What was that?      They say your life changes when you have kids   Bring it way down, Gill   You know your life doesn't change   It ends...