The other girls tell me that you don’t love me,    You think I’m déclassé.    I should wash my hair.    The other girls tell me that you eat at the    Old buffet downtown,    With the foot balloons.       I sing your praises like a bird.    My faith is unshakeable.       The other girls walk hand in hand along the    Skyway to the bank,    Whistling secret songs.    They play a board game meant to    Instruct them in what life has in store.    Two of them always win.       I sing your praises like a bird.    My faith is unshakeable.    I wrote your name on an index card,    So you can come to me in a flash.    A blinding and instructive flash. oh, bailey.      The other girls walk hand in hand along the    Skyway to the bank,    Whistling secret songs.    They play a board game meant to    Instruct them in what life has in store.    Two of them always win.       I sing your praises like a bird.    My faith is unshakeable.    I wrote your name on an index card,    So you can come to me in a flash.    A blinding and instructive flash.    Oh, Bailey.      The other girls tell me that you don’t love me,    You think I’m déclassé.    I should wash my hair.