Where's The Girl?

Where's the girl?

The canary stopped singin'

The moment she walked out the door

Where's the girl?

The flowers are dying

'Cause nobody cares any more

The canary

And the poor lonely flowers

Miss her so very much

You can tell

This apartment and I

Are in need of a woman's touch

On the floor

There is one nylon stocking

And I'm leavin' it there where it lies

Whoa, who'd have thought

That one nylon stocking

Could ever bring tears to these eyes?

Where's the girl

Who used to fix me my coffee

And butter up my toast?

Lord, how I miss

The coffee taste of her kiss

But Lord, what I miss the most

Is the girl

Here's a dresser drawer

That's filled with old hairpins

Lipstick and Lord knows what

And here's a photograph

Taken last summer

And a bottle of perfume, but

Where's the girl?

Where's the girl?

Where's the girl?

Oh, I need the girl