Brigitte Bardot
Outside the window I can see her parking
Her coffee-colored SUV
But from the car I see a neighbor walking
It's just the gay guy down the street
It's late and she won't care if I'm alone
As I sit by the telephone
I wonder if I'll ever really know her
My friends are all a bit concerned
They say that her bark is worse than her bite
But they don't have to hear her, oh, she don't know, don't know
Brigitte Bardot
All through the night I start to clear my senses
Is this the way it's gonna be?
Good lovers always need some broken fences
To see the forest through the trees
It's late and she won't care if I'm alone
As I sit by the telephone
I wonder if I'll ever really know her
My friends are all a bit concerned
They say that her bark is worse than her bite
But they don't have to hear her, oh, she don't know, don't know
Brigitte Bardot
Oh, she don't know, don't know
Brigette Bardot
I guess I'll write an angry song about her
That's number 16 just this week
I should have stop after a baker's dozen
But then again, I should just leave
It's late and she won't care if I'm alone
As I sit by the telephone
I wonder if I'll ever really know her
My friends are all a bit concerned
They say that her bark is worse than her bite
But they don't have to hear her, oh, she don't know, don't know
Brigitte Bardot
Her coffee-colored SUV
But from the car I see a neighbor walking
It's just the gay guy down the street
It's late and she won't care if I'm alone
As I sit by the telephone
I wonder if I'll ever really know her
My friends are all a bit concerned
They say that her bark is worse than her bite
But they don't have to hear her, oh, she don't know, don't know
Brigitte Bardot
All through the night I start to clear my senses
Is this the way it's gonna be?
Good lovers always need some broken fences
To see the forest through the trees
It's late and she won't care if I'm alone
As I sit by the telephone
I wonder if I'll ever really know her
My friends are all a bit concerned
They say that her bark is worse than her bite
But they don't have to hear her, oh, she don't know, don't know
Brigitte Bardot
Oh, she don't know, don't know
Brigette Bardot
I guess I'll write an angry song about her
That's number 16 just this week
I should have stop after a baker's dozen
But then again, I should just leave
It's late and she won't care if I'm alone
As I sit by the telephone
I wonder if I'll ever really know her
My friends are all a bit concerned
They say that her bark is worse than her bite
But they don't have to hear her, oh, she don't know, don't know
Brigitte Bardot
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Writer(s): Jimmer Podrasky
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