The Flying Pickets
Who’s That Girl?
The language of love
Slips from my lover's tongue
Cooler than ice cream
And warmer than the sun

Dumb hearts get broken
Just like china cups
The language of love
Has left me broken on the rocks

But there's just one thing
Just one thing
But there's just one thing
And I really wanna know

Who's that girl
Running around with you?
Tell me
Who's that girl?

The language of love
Has left me stony grey
Tongue tied and twisted
At the price I've had to pay

Your careless notions
Have silenced these emotions
Look at all the foolishness
Your lover's talk has done
Tell me
Who's that girl
Running around with you?
Tell me
Who's that girl
Running around with you?
Tell me

But there's just one thing...

Tell me
Who's that girl
Running around with you?
Tell me
Who's that girl
Running around with you?
Tell me
Who's that girl
Running around with you...