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She loves the music, tells the tales of her heart
And she listens closely to the beats and the parts
She likes the songs that make her cry
And ones that pick her up and make her high
She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it,
She's got the country on her iPod on her pocket
She loves the guitar, she likes the fiddle,
She even likes the ones where they're just talking rhyme and riddles
And she sings along when she's driving home going all alone,
Her life's a song
And she likes the songs that take her back and make her want,
Sometimes she just wants to dance and move on
She taps her feet and sheds a tear
Plays air guitar and raises a beer
She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it ,
She's got the country on her iPod on her pocket
She loves the guitar, she likes the fiddle,
She even likes the ones where they're just talking rhyme and riddles
And she sings along when she's driving home going all alone,
Her life's a song
At times she sings I know just how she feels
A broken heart on a love song that kills
She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it,
She's got the country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves the guitar, she likes the fiddle,
She even likes the ones where they're just talking rhyme and riddles
And she sings along as she's driving home going all alone,
Her life's a song
She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it,
She's got the country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves the guitar, she likes the fiddle,
She even likes the ones where they're just talking rhyme and riddles
And she sings along when she's driving home going all alone,
Her life's a song
Yeah, her life's a song
Yeah, her life's a song
She sings along
Her life's a song
Yeah a song
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