A girl is the word 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 driving 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 the word
A girl is a verb
A girl is the world