She's not the kind that sleeps around,
   she's the kind that settles down.
   She's got that gentleness of touch, so full of life
   and full of dreams
   the kind of girl I need so much.
   She's got those tender looking eyes,
   the kind that never cheats or lies.
   But why she works in this old bar, full of drunks
   and has-been stars;
   I wish that I could change it all.
  
   For she's my kind of girl
   but she belongs to a much better world.
  
   She pours the drinks with steady hands.
   I bet, she's the kind that understands,
   a guy like me who drinks alone
   without a friend, away from home
   still drying out from the pouring rain.
   I wish I knew just what to say
   to make her come with me one day.
   But until then I'll keep my place, every night
   to see her face
   and just to dream a little more.
  
   For she's my kind of girl
   but she belongs to a much better world.