There's this girl who We all know, but I can tell that you love her Like no-one before I want to tell you There will be problems And chances are you'll meet the same fate As the boys before 'Cause she's the kind of girl that makes you think You've got a chance in hell, but you ain't got none She'll make plans and Just as soon forget them She pleads 'drunkenness', It's always such a fine defense! And as for 'sorry', You can forget it! She won't understand Why you felt like such a fool She's the kind of girl that makes you think You've got a chance in hell, but you ain't got none And hell's the only place that you'll be living When she tells you she don't want none So you think too much And you drink too much And you start to think You need a woman's touch So you get worked up And you call her up But the words don't come Cat got your tongue I know, you wouldn't mind If she just said, 'you're not my kind' But she will lead you on Because she's having too much fun 'Cause she's the kind of girl that makes you think You've got a chance in hell, but you ain't got none And hell's the only place that you'll be living When she tells you she don't want none That girl, ooh That girl, ooh That girl, ooh That girl, oh, oh That girl Oh, that girl Ho ho, that girl Oh-oh, that girl