Stan Skora Kind Of Girl
Well my feet were jumping
With the jukebox pumping
When she moved over by me
Holy God almighty
A mop to filly
Said her name was Milly
A real live wire
Dancing till they tied her down
Till they tied her down
If you move alright you can see me every night
But you kow you gotta shale it if you want to make it
Along comes mister asks if she's my sister
I knew I should have kissed her but he
Told me just to leave her alone
Just to leave her alone
That's my kind of girl
My knid of girl
My good loving, good loving good loving girl
