Wild Child (野孩子) - Kenny Chesney (肯尼·切斯尼)/Grace Potter Looks like a 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 And a whole lot of gypsy Wild style she can't be tied down But for a while I'll be fallin free and so alive
I'd break my heart but god She drives me wild child
You never heard Of her favorite band Unless you've been to Bonnaroo Or Burning Man She's penny lane in a Chevy Urban She loves to love She loves me wild child
Got a rebel soul And a whole lot of gypsy Wild style she can't be tied down But for a while I'll be fallin free and so alive And I'd 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 And a whole lot of gypsy Wild style
She can't be tied down But for a while I'll be fallin free and so alive And I'd 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
