The Kind of Girl

Got my diary in my hands

I walk up and down this street

Looking for the right park bench

To set me free

I’m the kind of girl with wishes she wants

And I don’t have a problem with working for it all

I just want to play the guitar

And drive in my own car

I just want to write songs all day

And I’ll pay my dues along the way

‘Cause I’m the kind of girl who loves eighties music

And if things get messy I kind of lose it

Yeah, yeah

‘Cause I’m the kind of girl who loves pretty dresses

But I’d rather be chillin’ in some blue jeans

Oh, that’s me

I got my sunglasses on

A notebook in the back seat

I got the radio on

There’s no one in the world but me

I want to say so many things

To everyone I see

‘Cause I’m the kind of girl who can write all day

But when it comes time I can’t play

Yeah, yeah

‘Cause I’m the kind of girl who’ll joke at my own expense

Hey, it’s funny, that’s right, hence

That’s me, oh that’s me

These things don’t come easily

Oh, I would be willing

To work for years

I would be willing to cry those tears

Just give me a chance and then you’ll see

Maybe you will see me

‘Cause I’m the kind of girl who was raised right, polite

‘Cause I’m the kind of girl who never goes to sleep, I’m writing

‘Cause I’m the kind of girl who will help you, oh that’s all I want to do

‘Cause I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t want everything, just to follow my dreams

Oh, that’s me, oh, that’s me