But when she notices someone staring at it
She gives a disgusted look and glares at him
She's so sticky
Displaying a photograph of her and her boyfriend in her room
She invites me there and makes me tea
She struts around downtown satisfiedly
With her girlfriends who make her look even more attractive
Babe, but in fact you might be a material girl
Who's delicate and intelligent and lonely
Let me tell you the truth
You should measure love with the measure of your heart
She's so sticky
When she feels awkward with what's going on
Her eyes automatically pour tears
Those eyes are wet with lies
She's so nasty
She changes her tone depending on which man she talks to
But she always uses the same perfume on her dates with her boyfriend
When she wants to take the relationship to the next level
Wearing a dress to have a man take off under her coat
She swims the night satisfiedly
Babe, but in fact you must be a romantic girl
Who's pure and sensitive and dreamy
Let me tell you the truth
You can't make love go in a beautiful curve
Babe, but in fact you might be a material girl
Who's delicate and intelligent and lonely
Let me tell you the truth
You should measure love with the measure of your heart
Babe, but in fact you might be a material girl
Who's delicate and intelligent and lonely
Let me tell you the truth
You should measure love with the measure of your heart
Babe, but in fact you must be a romantic girl
Who's pure and sensitive and dreamy
Let me tell you the truth
You can't make love go in a beautiful curve
Lyrics by Hirai Ken