I guess I’m just a good ol’ girl
Who drinks her coffee black,
Sips scotch as strong as iodine
And drives a Cadillac.

You know, I’m just a good ol’ girl;
Although, I must confess,
I adore my plates of vanity.
They read: DR KRS.

You bet, I’m just a good ol’ girl
Who at the opera cries,
Loves amaretto cheese cake
And men who have kind eyes.

I’m kinda just a good ol’ girl;
That’s more than just a hunch.
I write poems, sing Puccini
And shop Strawbridges for lunch.

I’m hopelessly a good ol’ girl.
I hardly ever lie;
But if YOU think I’m a good ol’ girl,
There’s a bridge I bet you’d buy.

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