A little defensive when you ask her why A little bit prickly, afraid of lost time A dreamer, a cleaner, awake and alive At times makes you laugh so hard that you could cry When she tries to speak from the heart Hold tight to pride stop cryin' I'll stay home, I'm dyin' Oh, I don't really bite Don't wanna bite One day we'll stop fighting, pushed out, afraid but flyin' Oh, I've done good tonight A little bit, a little afraid Her bad and her good are American made She likes your idea, but don't stand in her way At times makes you not sure of what you should say When she tried to speak from the heart