Mine didn’t turn out as cool as everyone else’s, but I like it

We, we don't have to worry bout nothing

Lately I been, I been losing sleep

I can show you the world

My lovers got humour

Maybe he's right, maybe there is something the matter with me

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car

Just a small town girl

Rockin around the Christmas tree

Hold your breath, make a wish, count to three

If you want it take it