She’s just an ordinary girl

Hardly a beauty queen, an ordinary girl

The kind of a girl you’ve seen a thousand times before

The kind of a girl that anybody would ignore

Much of a muchness

She’s an ordinary girl

You should try stopping being an ordinary girl

To hell with the shopping, why not stop and smell a rose?

Or take off all your clothes, and come run wild with me

Let your flag unfurl

You very, very, very ordinary girl

Ordinary girl

Ordinary eyes and lips and ordinary curls

Ordinary thighs and hips, if only I could find

What are thinking in your ordinary mind?

Though me ‘air’s a mess

Shabby old clothes is the way I always dress

Maybe it’s not too late, perhaps it may sound strange

But I believe I’d change

If you, would just make love to me

Yes, my little pearl

Prepare to fare thee well to ordinary girl

Yes, my little girl

Now you are an extraordinary girl