Miranda is the kind of girl you meet one night
And then the very next day you wake up feeling like you love her
She walks into the room and everyone stops and stares
And probably soon you'll find yourself tryna get to know her
She kind of looks like a girl you'd meet at church on Sunday, but she's not
Her mama says she's daddy's little girl, but everybody knows she's not
Everyone loves Miranda
She's so hard to resist
That's why I keep on loving my Miranda
She mixes lemonade in a glass of pink chardonnay, Miranda
Miranda likes to play it cool
She brushes off the guys at school
Who try to impress her with their fast cars
She feels inclined to give 'em a wink
But I'm willing to bet that they probably think
She's looking for one of them to love her
Well I don't get why the jockies go so ham when she's around
And why do they only have a good time when they're getting drunk downtown
Still, everyone loves Miranda
She's so hard to resist
That's why I keep on loving my Miranda
She mixes lemonade in a glass of pink chardonnay, Miranda
Why won't she realize (She won't realize)
If she'd just open her eyes (Then she could see)
But she refuses to see (Refuses to see)
How good of a guy I can be
So till then I'll just sit here and fish by the pond
And throw back till she bites on my line (Bites on my line)
'Cause after the jockies all rip her apart
I'll be waiting to mend her pieces of broken heart