Verse 1

She rolls in laughing, boots on the floor,

Blue-jean jacket and a grin you can't ignore.

She talks her way through any locked-up room,

Then spins you round before you know the tune.

Chorus

She's a wild little beauty, my kind of trouble,

Turns one slow dance to a whole-room shuffle.

Got a quick sharp answer for a stubborn old fool,

Best one in the county, and she knows the rules.

She's my wild little beauty, one of a kind,

If you think you can top her, get back in line.

Verse 2

She picks the playlist, calls the next round,

Makes the shy folks smile when she comes around.

She'll beat you at cards, then steal your pie,

And wink like she never even heard you sigh.