Paroles de Singin' to the radio

Singin to the radio
Written by; greg hanna, kim tribble

Shes got an 89 white impala
Genuine vinyl seats
Shes got beads on her mirror
She earned in new orleans
When she went with her sister
To last years marti gras yall
She likes skinny dippin
Loves puppy dogs
Craves bananna pudding
But most of all

Ch

She likes singin to the radio
Turns it up loud
Youd swear that girl
Was singin to a sold out crowd
Hair in the wind
Mouth open wide
The faster the song
The faster she drives
There aint a song that she dont know
Every car she passes
Sees her in her sunglasses
Crusin down the road
Singin to the radio

Shes got a high powered amplifier
You can hear it 40 miles away
Shes got her finger on the volume
Another on the buttons
Changin all the stations
Till she hears the one that makes her smile
And when she stops at a stop-light
Everybody stares
And she keeps her windows open cause she
Dont care

Ch
Br

She likes cream soda
Goin to the mall
Likes me a little
But most of all