girl

She was a fan of dawn of the dead
The notebook’s tied for first in her head

The only song that ever pulled her through
Went something like “I’ll be there for you”

And I'm just like her
And she's just like me
And hopefully by tomorrow
She'll notice me
And she's the best damn thing I've ever seen (woah)

You got'da look real deep
Dig right through her feet
You got'da know her well
Or boy she'll give you hell
She's one of kind
And that's all of the time

And she's the best damn thing I've ever seen

She straps on her chucks from 1995
Back in the days when music was alive

But give her the time and boy you'll realize
That hearing her talk is part of the surprise

And I'm just like her
And she's just like me
And hopefully by tomorrow
She'll be with me
And she's the best damn thing I've ever seen (woah)

You got'da look real deep
Dig right through her feet
You got'da know her well
Or boy she'll give you hell
She's one of kind
And that's all of the time
And she's the best damn thing I've ever seen

[guitar solo]

She’s an Armstrong Fanatic

A hopeless romantic

A petty crook

And she reads good books

She’s a punker with a sweet tooth

A regular wilks booth

Shot me clean threw the heart it seems

And she’s the best damn thing I’ve ever seen (woah)

You got'da look real deep
Dig right through her feet
You got'da know her well
Or boy she'll give you hell
She's one of kind
And that's all of the time
And she's the best damn thing I've ever seen (woah)

You got'da look real deep
Dig right through her feet
You got'da know her well
Or boy she'll give you hell
She's one of kind
And that's all of the time
And I like her that way
I like her that way
I like her that way
I like her that way