Letra

She never gives her real first name In the Starbucks checkout line But she'll write it on my car, in the dirt and with a heart right next to mine She went to Memphis in May She swears that she saw Elvis Got a heart of gold and a soul that make Mother Teresa get jealous She tells me she loves me All the time Says that she's lucky Really blows my mind Guys like me They're easy to find But she's one of a kind She's laid back music in a field of green, haystack needle in a mini skirt It's a mystery why she can't see there's a million me's But there's only one her She's smoke in mountain rain Falling on a New York city night She's a dove rode em west LA champagne Bottle full of fireflies She a lead with sins and saints She's a Colorado high She's a Baptist Church Coyote ugly with tequila and lime She tells me she loves me All the time Says that she's lucky And it blows my mind Guys like me, they're easy to find But she's one of a kind She's laid back music in a field of green, haystack needle in a mini skirt It's a mystery Why she can't see There's a million Me's but there's only one her (There's only one, there's only one) (There's only one, there's only one) She can do better than me, no doubt But I guess she still ain't figured it out She tells me she loves me All the time Says that she's lucky And it blows my mind Guys like me, yeah they're easy to find But she's one of a kind She's laid back music in a field of green, haystack needle in a mini skirt It's a mystery, why she can't see, there's a million me's but there's only one her (There's only one, there's only one, there's only one) She's laid back music in a field of green, haystack needle in a mini skirt It's a mystery, why she can't see, there's a million me's, but there's only one her
Writer(s): Michael Scott Stevens, Davis John Forney, Austin Daniel Machado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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