Diamond in the Mud

She’s got a pair of Justin’s, and a baseball cap

her faded t-shirt, tied up in the back

She’s rough around the edges, but she shines just the same

with those big green eyes, and her calling my name

Bridge

Oh I can’t tell

If she’s a diamond in the rough

or a diamond in the mud

Her curvy tan legs got me feeling the kind of stuff

that you don’t get, out here on your own

and I know…..

Chorus

That she can hang with the boys,

and throw a few down,

she’s one of those things, you can’t live without

and I know….

she’s the diamond I’ve been looking for

 

 

To be continued…

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