That's the way she is
That´s the way she suddenly fell into my arms
Neither black haired nor a blonde
She´s this way and then another
I´m alway guessing what she´s about to do
Apparently she´ll never do what I´d like.
That's the way she is
A bit childish, a bit flirty
I don´t have good memory for names
So I call her "My love,
You´re not precious and you´re not bad
You´re just different from what I´d like."
That's the way she is
You can´t expect her to change her ways
Perhaps she only cares for beauty
So one is breathless
How slim, how curvy she is
But not in a way I´d like.
That's the way she is
When you see her at the beach tomorrow
Tell her to not get attached to me
Tell her she shouldn´t worry
Let her be the way she is - and merry
although she´s different from what I´d like.