She's got a butterfly tat on the back of you-know-where
I let her lie about her why it landed there
That's what you get for getting tipsy at the county fair
My baby's my kind of crazy

Billion dollar smile and a five hundred dollar car
Talks to Jesus every morning before it starts
Hates the way it drives, loves the way it parks
By the river in the moonlight listening to the am station
Cause the antenna's missing

She's my kind of Sunday driving
Rolling down the back roads, hanging out the window
Riding with her hair in the wind and her hands in the sky
Like she's flying
She's my kind of ponytail pretty
Sounds like the country, looks like the city
I march along to whatever out of town drum she plays me
She's my kind of crazy

Bet her a hundred she couldn't hood surf my truck
I had to pay but she just kept showing me up
She did it twice, said "you owe me a couple hundred bucks,
but keep your money, I'll take an IOU
on an ice cream cone and some high heel shoes"

She's my kind of Sunday driving
Rolling down the back roads, hanging out the window
Riding with her hair in the wind and her hands in the sky
Like she's flying
She's my kind of ponytail pretty
Sounds like the country, looks like the city
I march along to whatever out of town drum she plays me
She's my kind of crazy

My kind of dangerous
My kid of say whatever is on your mind
She's my kind

She's my kind of Sunday driving
Rolling down the back roads, hanging out the window
Riding with her hair in the wind and her hands in the sky
Like she's flying
She's my kind of ponytail pretty
Sounds like the country, looks like the city
I march along to whatever out of town drum she plays me
She's my kind of crazy

My kind of crazy
My kind of say whatever is on your mind
She's my kind of crazy