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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL

Robb Strandlund & Fred Koller


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IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT AND I'M DOWN AT THE BAR,
WATCHIN' THE GAME ON TV.
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD JUST WALKED IN,
AND SAT ON THE STOOL NEXT TO ME.
EVERYONE'S LOOKIN' 'CAUSE NOBODY KNOWS,
WHAT A LADY LIKE THAT'S DOIN' HERE.
ORDERIN' FINE FRENCH CHAMPAGNE,
IN TAYLOR MADE CLOTHES,
NEXT TO ME IN MY JEANS DRINKIN' BEER.

AND I SEE HER FACE IN THE MIRROR,
AS I WATCH HER STARIN' AT ME.
AND I LOOK IN HER EYES,
AND I REALIZE,
THE PERSON SHE'S SEEIN' AIN'T ME.

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD SAYS HELLO,
LIKE I SHOULD REMEMBER HER NAME.
SHE SAYS THAT SHE'S NEVER FORGOTTEN THE NIGHT,
WE GOT CAUGHT IN THE PARK IN THE RAIN.
AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT SHE'S ASKIN' ME,
WHY I NEVER GAVE HER A CALL.
'CAUSE I LOOK IN HER EYES, AND I REALIZE,
THAT I DON'T RECOGNIZE HER AT ALL.

AND I SEE HER FACE IN THE MIRROR,
AND I FEEL HER HAND ON MY KNEE.
AND I LOOK IN HER EYES,
AND I REALIZE,
THE PERSON SHE'S SEEIN' AIN'T ME.

AND I TAKE HER HAND AS SHE WHISPERS,
JOEY I'M LONELY TONIGHT.
IT'S REALLY A SHAME, THAT JOE'S NOT MY NAME.
BUT I'LL BE HIM AS LONG AS SHE LIKES