Girl
A girl is the world
That she hasn't heard
The truth is tiptoeing the edge of her skirt
The traffic's a blur
The street's a river
She's bigger and braver than she is clever
See it's her, it's her
See it's her, it's her
A mind so complex
It's breaking her neck
She thinks she's a car drving to to its own wreck
Too wild and cool, vulnerable
To think one could change her
That's where I'm a fool
Won't you see it's her, it's her
See it's her, it's her
A girl is a verb
A whirl of color
In doing she's being
She never thought she was thinking anything you could
See it's her, it's her
See it's her, it's her
A girl is a verb
A girl is a verb
A girl is a verb...
Chica
Una chica es el mundo
Que no ha escuchado
La verdad está acechando al borde de su falda
El tráfico es un borrón
La calle es un río
Ella es más grande y valiente de lo que es inteligente
Mira, es ella, es ella
Mira, es ella, es ella
Una mente tan compleja
Está rompiéndole el cuello
Ella piensa que es un auto conduciendo hacia su propio choque
Demasiado salvaje y genial, vulnerable
Para pensar que alguien podría cambiarla
Ahí es donde soy un tonto
¿No ves que es ella, es ella?
Mira, es ella, es ella
Una chica es un verbo
Un torbellino de color
En hacer está siendo
Nunca pensó que estaba pensando algo que pudieras
Mira, es ella, es ella
Mira, es ella, es ella
Una chica es un verbo
Una chica es un verbo
Una chica es un verbo...