Morning sunlight in her hair, but no shoes upon her feet
Tattered, are the clothes she wears, not a compliment in weeks
Voice of sentimental grace, a story carried in her face

Hands as soft as driven snow, a heart with nowhere else to go

She's a girl; she's a girl like no other

She's a girl; she's a girl like no other

Washes every morning dawn, right through spring into the fall

Every street light knows her name; she keeps her secrets with the rain
All the creatures in the zoo are tender animals to you
She feeds the birds with songs and words

Above the traffic, she's still heard

She's a girl; she's a girl like no other

She's a girl; she's a girl like no other
She's a girl like you. Girl