Don't Send a Girl
by Bob Burger

Don't Send A Girl, Don't Send A Girl
Don't Send A Girl, To do, a woman's job

Alright, let's just put all that aside
for just one moment
Alright, cos it don't really matter why
and we both know it
Cos all the time, all the time,
all the time I wanted to believe
Everything was gonna be everything
I wanted it to be

Don't Send A Girl...

Alright, you wanna pin
your little star of tin on somebody
Alright, so just hitch your little ass
to some little bastard jerk Johnny
Cos I don't feel that wind a blowin' col
on my conscience right now
I dont' see that there could be anything
any different anyhow

Sunday morning comin' down
Sunday morning comin' down, comin' down

Don't Send A Girl...