She’s the Kind of Girl

She's the kind of girl,

Who loves sunset pink,

And dancing to sad pop.

She's the kind of girl,

That loves playing trombone,

And doesn't believe in shallowness.

She's the kind of girl,

Who cries when she's alone,

And fears the shadows of the night.

She's the kind of girl,

With fists like iron,

And love that burns like fire.