She knows when I’m lonesome.
She cried when I’m sad.
She’s up in the good times.
She’ s down in the bad.
Whenever I’m discouraged.
She knows just what to do.
But girl, she doesn’t know about you.
I can tell her my troubles.
She makes them all seem right.
I can make up excuses.
Not to hold her at night.
We can talk of tomorrow.
I’ll tell her things that I want to do.
But girl, how can I tell her about you?
How can I tell her about you?
Girl, please tell me what to do.
Everything seems right whenever I’m with you.
So girl, won’t you tell me.
How to tell her about you?
How can I tell her I don’t miss her whenever I’m away.
How can I say it’s you and I think of every single night and day.
But when is it easy telling someone we’re through.
Ah girl, help me tell her about you