Girl in a Magazine The Brains (Atlanta GA)

I got a lover there with silver hair
She  waits at my fingertips
She  never takes my hand or calls my name
I love her just the same

She's always there when I need her
She's  just a girl in a magazine

Oh  when she turns her head
And shakes her hips
And  parts her luscious lips
And then I lose my grip
Already lost my breath
I love that girl to death

She's  always there when I need her
I mean the girl in a magazine

(Real girls) They need too much
(Real girls) They bleed too much
(Real girls) They don't go away
(Real girls) They're talkin', talkin', talkin'
(Real girls) They just get hurt
(Real girls) They get depressed
(Real girls) They make a mess of love
Not like the girls in the magazines