i'm the girl
flack, roberta
for reasons that my fate knows best
with charm and manner he was blessed
the one he really loves is you
i am the girl that he'll meet
i am the girl that he'll look at and smile
that he'll leave after a while
i am the girl who will be
his when he finds that he's lonesome for you
with things that you're too busy to do
that he calls up at three
i'd be so terribly happy to be
if the waiting takes years