She's my kind of Sunday driving
Rolling down the back roads, hanging out the window
Riding with her hair in the wind and her hands in the sky
Like she's flying
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
Rolling down the back roads, hanging out the window
Riding with her hair in the wind and her hands in the sky
Like she's flying
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
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