Morning sunlight in her hair, but no shoes upon her feet
Tattered, are the clothes she wears, not a compliment in weeks
Voice of sentimental grace, a story carried in her face
Hands as soft as driven snow, a heart with nowhere else to go
She's a girl; she's a girl like no other
She's a girl; she's a girl like no other
Washes every morning dawn, right through spring into the fall
Every street light knows her name; she keeps her secrets with the rain
All the creatures in the zoo are tender animals to you
She feeds the birds with songs and words
Above the traffic, she's still heard
She's a girl; she's a girl like no other
She's a girl; she's a girl like no other
She's a girl like you. Girl