diana ross
girls
Girls, they are so lovely Oh girls, girls, oh, please love me Girls run around in your head  'Til 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 