This Girl and the Other

My girl keeps asking questions. Why can't she just relax?
We can never just lay down in silence
My girl keeps having dougts. Why can't she just believe?
I can never tell if she's really smiling
Maybe I should leave her for that girl who truely loved me

I want that girl who would smile when we talked
That girl who'd just be happy when we held hands as we walked
I want that who'd lay with me and watch movies
I know someday she'll travel the world with me

My girl keeps saying thing. Why can't she listen to me?
Very rarely does she say something nice
My girl keeps on pushing me. Why can't she just let me be?
I can never schoose when, where, and what I do
I want that girl

I want that girl who truely understands
That girl who'd run away with me to distant lands
I want that girl who knows what she is talking about
Not the girl who moves her mouth until her eyes pop out

My girl's now what I want. Why do I stick with her?
Why can't we just be friends? Why am I still with her?
I've tried before to save us both. Why do I stick with her?
Why am I still with her?