When she walks in the room every eye in the place. Turns to follow her every move. She's arrived on the scene in her diamonds and jeans. World class -- she's got nothing to prove. It takes a long time to know her whe gives it up a little at a time. *She's gettin' what she wants. She's a popular girl. Settin' those hearts on fire. Everybody wants to be. Part of her world. She's a popular girl. Such a popular girl*. She walks down the street knocks 'em dead on their feet. With a casual nonchalance. When she's breaking your heart she's the state of the art. With license to take what she wants. It takes a hard man to hold her she likes to get a little out of line. ( * Repeat). She waits by the window the world is her stage. Each smile is her mirror in the passing parade passing parade. And in the end all she'll be is your friend. Though passion's your lone desire she's the one you can't touch. You want her so much you're burnin' your heart's on fire. It takes a hard man to hold her the challenge is forever on my mind. ( * Repeat).