She don't cook or clean or iron your jeans
Won't bake a cake or stitch a seam
You won't find her in the grocery isle with a shopping list dressed in style
She don't sip on wine don't like to dine
Pearls and heels a painted smile
She's a little rough around her edges
Frayed and faded dirt and leather
She's a little Wild Child
She's a little rebel with a cause
She's a little pirate smile
She's a little pedal to the floor
Fast like McQueen Chasin a dream
Rolling and running highways and streets
She's a little Wild Child
She's a little outlaw
She's a little outlaw
She ain't lady like she ain't the type
To use her manners ain't got standards
Rules and made rules are broken
Chances taken all roads are open