Wild Child
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Hair ratted and a sweat covered face.
Always outside in a state of grace.
She’s a wild child running her own race.
Dirt under her bitten nails, barefoot.
Country girl down to the root.
She’s a wild child running her own race.
Has dreams that’ll last forever,
put down, she’ll show you up more than ever.
She’s a wild child running her own race.
She’ll contradict you just to get a rise,
solid head with her eye on the prize.
She’s a wild child running her own race.
Cleans up well, knows the meaning of work.
Got that crooked smile and a little quirk.
She’s a wild child running her own race.