Текст песни
She loves the music, tells the tales of her heart
And she listens closely to the beat and the parts
She likes the songs that make her cry
The ones that pick her up and make her high
She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it
She's got country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves a guitar, she likes a fiddle
She even likes the ones where they just talk in rhyme and riddles
And she sings along as 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 country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves a guitar, she likes a fiddle
She even likes the ones where they just talk in rhyme and riddles
And she sings along as she's driving home going all alone
Her life's a song
At times it seems they know just how she feels
A broken heart or a love song that kills
She likes the hip-hop, she loves to rock it
She's got country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves a guitar, she likes a fiddle
She even likes the ones where they just talk in 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 country on her iPod in her pocket
She loves a guitar, she likes a fiddle
She even likes the ones where they just talk in rhyme and riddles
And she sings along as 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
'Cause her life's a song
Yeah, a song