words of the left.

You’ve got yourself a girl, I see.
She’s a pretty one, I’m sure.
With her big blue eyes and her long blond hair,
How could you go wrong?

You’ve got yourself a girl, I see.
Is she kind? Oh yes, of course.
She’s got a heart of gold, her stories all told,
But does things not for the good, but for the claim.

You’ve got yourself a girl, I see.
She must be something of none other.
She says she’s for peace, hope, and love,
And others’ ideas she smothers.

You’ve got yourself a girl, I see.
The best of the best, indeed.
She lives the lives of everyone else as her own,
So she must be better than me.