She loves the music
Tells the tales of her heart
And she listens closely
To the beats and the parts
She likes the songs that make her cry
And ones that pick her up and make her high
She likes the hip-hop
She loves to rock it
She's got the country on her iPod on her pocket
She loves the guitar
She likes the fiddle
She even likes the ones
Where they're just talking rhyme and riddles
And she sings along
When she's driving home
Going all alone
Her life's a song
And she likes the songs
That take her back and make her want
Sometimes she just wants
To dance and move on
She taps her feet and sheds a tear
Plays air guitar and raises a beer
She likes the hip-hop
She loves to rock it
She's got the country on her iPod on her pocket
She loves the guitar
She likes the fiddle
She even likes the ones
Where they're just talking rhyme and riddles
And she sings along
When she's driving home
Going all alone
Her life's a song
At times she sings I know just how she feels
A broken heart on a love song that kills
She likes the hip-hop
She loves to rock it
She's got the country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves the guitar
She likes the fiddle
She even likes the ones
Where they're just talking rhyme and riddles
And she sings along
When she's driving home
Going all alone
Her life's a song
She likes the hip-hop
She loves to rock it
She's got the country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves the guitar
She likes the fiddle
She even likes the ones
Where they're just talking rhyme and riddles
And she sings along
When she's driving home
Going all alone
Her life's a song
Yeah, her life's a song
Yeah, her life's a song
She sings along
Cause her life's a song