Lyrics She's My Kind of Crazy - Emerson Drive
She's
got
a
butterfly
tat
On
the
back
of
her
you
know
where
I
let
her
lie
about
why
it
landed
there
It's
what
you
get
For
getting
tipsy
at
the
county
fair
My
baby's
my
kind
of
crazy
A
million
dollar
smile
In
a
five
hundred
dollar
car
She
talks
to
Jesus
Every
mornin'
before
it
starts
Hates
the
way
it
drives
But
loves
the
way
it
parks
By
the
river
in
the
moonlight
Listenin'
to
the
AM
station
'Cause
the
FM's
missin'
She's
my
kind
of
Sunday
drivin'
Rollin'
down
the
back
roads
Hangin'
out
the
window
Ridin'
with
her
hair
in
the
wind
And
her
hands
in
the
sky
Like
she's
flyin'
She's
my
kind
of
ponytail
pretty
Sounds
like
the
country
Looks
like
the
city
I
march
along
to
whatever
Out
of
town
drum
she
plays
me
She's
my
kind
of
crazy
Bet
her
a
benji
that
she
wouldn't
hood
surf
my
truck
I
had
to
pay
but
she
just
kept
yellin'
"Speed
up!"
She
did
it
twice,
said
you
owe
me
couple
hundred
bucks
But
keep
your
money
I'll
take
an
I.O.U.
On
an
ice
cream
cone
and
some
high
heeled
shoes
She's
my
kind
of
Sunday
drivin'
Rollin'
down
the
back
roads
Hangin'
out
the
window
Ridin'
with
her
hair
in
the
wind
And
her
hands
in
the
sky
Like
she's
flyin'
She's
my
kind
of
ponytail
pretty
Sounds
like
the
country
Looks
like
the
city
I
march
along
to
whatever
Out
of
town
drum
she
plays
me
She's
my
kind
of
crazy
My
kind
of
dangerous
My
kind
of
say
whatever
is
on
your
mind
She's
my
kind
She's
my
kind
of
Sunday
drivin'
Rollin'
down
the
back
roads
Hangin'
out
the
window
Ridin'
with
her
hair
in
the
wind
And
her
hands
in
the
sky
Like
she's
flyin'
She's
my
kind
of
ponytail
pretty
Sounds
like
the
country
Looks
like
the
city
I
march
along
to
whatever
Out
of
town
drum
she
plays
me
She's
my
kind
of
crazy
My
kind
of
crazy
ya
My
kind
of
say
whatever
is
on
your
mind
She's
my
kind
of
crazy
yaa
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