Verse
Those tanned legs that reach to the sky,
And brown green bedroom eyes.

Curly Hair, falls across her face,
All the guys prepare for arms race.


THAT GIRL!
Is smoking hot.
THAT GIRL!

My stomach's in knots.
She's such a fiery foreign flavour.


Verse
Not only sexy, smart! This chick is sort of brainy,
But also cool, Just like the beaches of Bahraini!

A hot accent, knees are getting weak,
You think she's yours, you're on a losing streak!


Bridge
Poem writing, dining...
Her hobbies dance combined with bedroom whining.

Not boring, she's up for exploring.

Chorus

You couldn't handle that girl,
She's gunna tangle your world.!
Armed with battalia

If you don't know squat then you can't handle Tania.

Verse

They'd like to grasp that web,
Of lustful lingerie.
Think you're tall enough for that ride?

Your cash, your looks, can't calm that heat ray.

THAT GIRL!

So mysterious.
THAT GIRL!
Can cause Hysteria.

She's not afraid of bad behaviour.

Bridge

Stocking wearer, bearer.
If you ask her nicely she might share them.
No doing dishes, just tongue kisses.


Chorus
You couldn't handle that girl,

She's gunna tangle your world.!
Armed with battalia
If you don't know squat then you can't handle Tania.

Born with a heart of pure gold,
But with All passion and soul.
"From Porto Campagne"

If you don't know squat then you can't handle Tania.

Interlude

Tell me what you saw, behind that door.
Behind that door.


Chorus
You couldn't handle that girl,
She's gunna tangle your world.!

Armed with battalia
If you don't know squat then you can't handle Tania.
Born with a heart of pure gold,

But with All passion and soul.
"From Porto Campagne"