Wildewoman

Her eyes are light and clear
and fearless like Chicago winds in the wintertime
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 anyways
she’s a wildewoman

Oh she’s gonna find another way back home
it’s written in her blood oh it’s written in her bones
She’s ripping out the pages oh 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
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
We’re ripping out the pages oh we’re ripping out the pages in your book
We’re gonna find another way back home
it’s written in our blood oh it’s written in our bones
We’ll only be bound by the things we choose