Everybody says she is a wild card, a heart ache
The kinda girl, you never know, where she's gonna land
Oh now she's going out, and making friends
It never stops, it never ends
The kinda girl, to slow it down, or drag you out on the dance floor, to dance around

Oh, cause she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls
Oh she's, oh she's, a bit of rain, and a lot of fire
A good laugh, and a bad liar
Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing
She's the whole damn thing

She's the kinda girl who makes a man do anything
Like fall in love, and get ya thinkin' bout the next step
And you're wakin' up, it's burnt toast, a soft touch
That just knows, how to bring you back from a bad day
And she's the kinda girl who ain't ever goin' away
No she ain't ever goin' away

Cause she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls
Oh she's, oh she's a bit of rain, and a lot of fire
A good laugh, and a bad liar
Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing
She's the whole damn thing
Yeah she is

She's up and down, and back and forth, across the street, a way downtown
She's the whole damn thing
All the things I've never known, I finally got, and I won't let go
Cause she's the whole, the whole damn thing

Oh she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls
Oh she's, oh she's a bit of rain, and a lot of fire
A good laugh, and a bad liar
Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing
She's the whole damn thing
My baby she's the whole damn thing