Grace Potter - Wild Child Lyrics
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Wild Child
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What Are The Lyrics For Wild Child By Grace Potter?
Looks like royal in a thrift store dress
Keeps my heart and her hair a mess She goes where the wind suggests she goes, who knows Got a spirit that can't be tamed She's a calico pony on an open plain I know I'll never be the same no more, for sure She's a wild child Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style She can't be tied down but for a while I'll be falling free and so in love Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child You've never heard of her favorite band unless you Been to Bonnaroo or Burning Man She's Penny Lane in a Chevy van, she loves to love She loves me wild child Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style She can't be tied down but for a while I'll be falling free and so in love Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child She'll be here until she runs Some just have to chase the sun She's a wild child Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style She can't be tied down but for a while I'll be falling free and so in love Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child A kaleidoscope of colors in her mind child A touch of crazy hides behind her wild smile So simple yet experimental Innocent but still a little wild child Wild child |
Who Wrote Wild Child By Grace Potter?
Kenny Chesney, Shane Mcanally, Josh Osborne
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What's The Duration Of The Wild Child By Grace Potter?The duration of Wild Child is 3:09 minutes and seconds. |
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