Some folks need atmosphere when they're makin' love They say old Mother Nature makes love grand I've got my own idea pertaining to love If you're a Romeo, you'll understand It isn't the paddle, it's not the canoe It isn't the river or skies that are blue It isn't the love dreams that bring joy to you It's the girl, it's the girl It isn't the brooklet that you wander to It isn't the mountains, the flowers or dew It isn't the love nest that brings love to you It's the girl, it's the girl Even though at times you often doubt them What a lonely world 'twould be without them It isn't the songbirds, the song that they sing It isn't the sunshine that makes your love spring So what is this magic that makes love the thing? It's the girl, it's the girl It isn't the moonbeams or skies that are blue It isn't the starlight encouraging you It isn't the June night makes you bill and coo It's the girl, oh boy, it's the girl It isn't the crickets, the buzzing of bees It isn't the birdies that chirp in the trees It isn't because you are feeling a breeze It's the girl, oh boy, it's the girl If it storms, you never feel the raindrops You don't even care just when the rain stops It isn't the weather that governs the case It can't take a slow pulse and quicken its pace It isn't surroundings, the time or the place It's the girl, oh boy, it's the girl