Wild Child

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