Won't you be my girl. Won't you be my girl. Won't you be my be my. Be my girl. I was blue and lonely. I couldn't sleep a wink. And I could only get unconscious. If I'd had to much to drink. There was somehow something wrong somewhere. And each day seemed grey and dead. The seeds of desperation. Were growing in my head. I needed inspiration. A brand new start in life. Somewhere to place affection. But I didn't want a wife. And then by lucky chance I saw. In a special magazine. An ad that was unusual. The like I'd never seen. 'experience something different. With our new imported toy. She's loving warm inflatible. And a guarantee of joy'. She came all wrapped in cardboard. All pink and shrivelled down. A breath of air was all she needed. To make her lose that frown. I took her to the bedroom. And pumped her with some life. And later in a moment. That girl became my wife. And so I sit her in the corner. And sometimes stroke her hair. And when I'm feeling naughty. I blow her up with air. She's cuddly and she's bouncy. She's like a rubber ball. I bounce her in the kitchen. And I bounce her in the hall. And now my life is different. Since sally came my way. I wake up in the morning. And have her on a tray. She's everything they say she was. And I wear a permanent grin. And I only have to worry. In case my girl wears thin. Won't you be my girl. Won't you be my girl. Won't you be my be my. Be my girl