Everybody says she is a wild card, a heart ache,
|
the kinda girl, you never know, where she's gonna land.
|
Oh now she's going out, and making friends,
|
it never stops, it never ends,
|
the kinda girl, to slow it down, or drag you out on the dance floor, to dance around.
|
|
Oh, cause she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls,
|
oh she's, oh she's, a bit of rain, and a lot of fire,
|
a good laugh, and a bad liar.
|
Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing.
|
She's the whole damn thing.
|
|
She's the kinda girl who makes a man do anything,
|
like fall in love, and get ya thinkin' bout the next step.
|
And you're wakin' up, it's burnt toast, a soft touch, that just knows, how to bring you back from a bad day.
|
And she's the kinda girl who ain't ever goin' away,
|
no she ain't ever goin' away
|
|
Cause she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls,
|
Oh she's, oh she's a bit of rain, and a lot of fire,
|
a good laugh, and a bad liar
|
oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing.
|
She's the whole damn thing.
|
Yeah she is
|
|
She's up and down, and back and forth, across the street, a way downtown.
|
She's the whole damn thing.
|
All the things I've never known, I finally got, and I won't let go,
|
cause she's the whole, the whole damn thing.
|
|
Oh she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls,
|
oh she's, oh she's a bit of rain, and a lot of fire,
|
a good laugh, and a bad liar
|
Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing.
|
She's the whole damn thing.
|
My baby she's the whole damn thing
|
|
-----------------
|
Whole Damn Thing
|
| Chuck Wicks |
