He can't seem to get through
Just like those playboys do
Can he turn back the time?
He wonders, too
So devastated over his mirror view
Is he made to give up?
He ain't got a clue
Armed with his golden card
Hands full but a empty heart
Dressed with state-of-the-art
He tries to impress, but still
The girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach, he's dill
But, still the girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach, he's dill
Well, at the dive, he drinks 1,000 drinks
A line up the nose just to get in synch
Armed with his golden card
Hands full but a empty heart
Dressed with state-of-the-art
He tries to impress, but still
The girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach, he's dill
But, still the girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach, he's dill
And all his troubles
He confess
To a faceless, backless
Satin dress
Topped up heavy
He spits out
"Mine or your place?"
Then she walks out...
Armed with his golden card
Hands full but a empty heart
Dressed with state-of-the-art
He tries to impress, but still
He tries to impress, but still
The girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach, he's dill
But, still the girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach, he's dill
But, still the girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach, he's dill
But, still the girls out of reach
Girls out of reach
Girls out of reach, he's dill