I met a poor girl from the slums of manila
She was sweeter than a cone of ice cream her skin prettier than chocolate her kiss pure vanilla
Of her now I dream alone
She could make my heart sing a love verse
Prettier than the new miss universe
She has a young daughter
Some one else all ready got her
Why did he run away?
She lives ten thousand miles away
If only I had met her yesterday
Now I'm bummed I want that poor girl from the slums
She never ask for anything or can afford to pay no bills
Never heard of Beverly hills
Scrubs toilets for food in tattered old dress
Still I'd love to undress and caress
The poor girl from the slums...
D. Clare
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
I met a poor girl from the slums of manila
She was sweeter than a cone of ice cream her skin prettier than chocolate her kiss pure vanilla
Of her now I dream alone
She could make my heart sing a love verse
Prettier than the new miss universe
She has a young daughter
Some one else all ready got her
Why did he run away?
She lives ten thousand miles away
If only I had met her yesterday
Now I'm bummed I want that poor girl from the slums
She never ask for anything or can afford to pay no bills
Never heard of Beverly hills
Scrubs toilets for food in tattered old dress
Still I'd love to undress and caress
The poor girl from the slums...
D. Clare
The Philippines is dreamy
