She's got a butterfly tat On the back of her you know where I let her lie about why it landed there It's what you get For getting tipsy at the county fair My baby's my kind of crazy
A million dollar smile In a five hundred dollar car She talks to Jesus Every morning before it starts Hates the way it drives But loves the way it parks By the river in the moonlight Listening to the AM station 'Cause the antennas missin'
She's my kind of Sunday drivin' Rollin' down the back roads Hangin' out the window Ridin' with her hair in the wind And her hands in the sky Like she's flyin'
She's my kind of ponytail pretty Sounds like the country Looks like the city I march along to whatever Out of town drum she plays me She's my kind of crazy
Bet her a benji that she wouldn't hood surf my truck I had to pay but she just kept yellin' "Speed up!" She did it twice, said you owe me couple hundred bucks But keep your money I'll take an I.O.U. On an ice cream cone and some high heeled shoes
She's my kind of Sunday drivin' Rollin' down the back roads Hangin' out the window Ridin' with her hair in the wind And her hands in the sky Like she's flyin'
She's my kind of ponytail pretty Sounds like the country Looks like the city I march along to whatever Out of town drum she plays me She's my kind of crazy
My kind of dangerous My kind of say whatever is on your mind She's my kind...
She's my kind of Sunday drivin' Rollin' down the back roads Hangin' out the window Ridin' with her hair in the wind And her hands in the sky Like she's flyin'
She's my kind of ponytail pretty Sounds like the country Looks like the city I march along to whatever Out of town drum she plays me She's my kind of crazy!
My kind of crazy ya... My kind of say whatever is on your mind She's my kind of crazy! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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