wildewoman

her eyes are light and clear, and fearless like chicago winds in the winter time, and her hair is never quite in place, and the knees in her jeans have seen better days, and she's no beauty queen but you love her anyway, she's a wildewoman, she's gonna find another way back home, it's written in her blood, oh it's written in her bones, yeah, she's ripping out the pages in your book, she's gonna find another way back home, it's written in her blood, oh it's written in her bones, yeah, she'll only be bound by the things she chooses, her smile is sneaky like a fiery fox, it's that look that tells you she's up to no good at all, and she'll say whatever's on her mind, they're unspeakable things and she'll speak them in vain, and you can't help but wish you had bolder things to say, she's a wildewoman, oh we're gonna find another way back home, it's written in our blood, oh it's written in our bones, yeah, we're ripping out the pages in your book, oh we're gonna find another way back home, it's written in our blood, oh it's written in our bones, yeah, we'll only be bound by the things we choose, yeah, we'll only be bound by the things we choose, we will only be bound by the things we choose