Her lips are pretty and pouty
Her teeth are virginal white
She knows her good from her evil
But not her wrong from her right
She's immune to all your little lies
You must sell your soul to buy the prize

She's a nice girl, she's the girl next door
She's a nice girl, she's the girl next door
She's the kind you find in a candy store
She's too sweet to eat and those nice girls are a bore

Her world is flowers and sunshine
Her life is sweetness and light
She has no use for the shadows
She has no need for the night
She could smile for hours without a lapse
She keeps every madness under wraps