LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWild Child
Looks like royal in a thrift store dressKeeps my heart and her hair a messShe goes where the wind suggests she goes, who knowsGot a spirit that can't be tamedShe's a calico pony on an open plainI know I'll never be the same no more, for sureShe's a wild childGot a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild styleShe can't be tied down but for a whileI'll be falling free and so aliveMight break my heart but God she drives me wild childYou've never heard of her favorite band unless youBeen to Bonnaroo or Burning ManShe's Penny Lane in a Chevy van, she loves to loveShe loves me wild childGot a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild styleShe can't be tied down but for a whileI'll be falling free and so aliveMight break my heart but God she drives me wild childShe'll be here until she runsSome just have to chase the sunShe's a wild childGot a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild styleShe can't be tied down but for a whileI'll be falling free and so aliveMight break my heart but God she drives me wild childA kaleidoscope of colors in her mind childA touch of crazy hides behind her wild smileSo simple yet experimentalInnocent but still a little wild childWild child
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