Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on our doors?
If you're looking for an open book
Look no further, I am yours
We'll behave like animals
Swing from tree to tree
We can do anything
That turns you up and sets you free
You're an exception to the rule
You're of a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl
Could you want me?
So come outside and walk with me
We'll try each other on to see if we fit
And with our roots, become a tree
To shade what we make, under it
We'll behave like animals
Swing from tree to tree
We can do anything
That turns you up and sets you free
You're an exception to the rule
You're of a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl
Could you want me?