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The smell of old spice,
A flat cap on the dash,
Windows rolled down in the wind,
White lines flying past,
Singing along to the radio,
A little out of tune,
Hanging onto that steering wheel,
Was the man who hung the moon.
Used to wrap my hands around his little finger,
Turns out he was wrapped around mine,
He said you can be anything you want to in this great big world,
But I'm always gonna be,
Daddy's little girl.
He always used to tell me,
Don't grow up too fast,
Love all calm and love will go,
Your first won't be your last,
I didn't always listen,
When he gave me advice,
Now I hate to admit it but that man was always right.
When I count my blessings,
I know where to start,
He might not hold my hand no more,
But he will always, always hold my heart.
Used to wrap my hands around his little finger,
Turns out he was wrapped around mine,
He said you can be anything you want to in this great big world,
But I'm always gonna be,
Daddy's little girl.
- Album:
- My Universe
- Decc
- Beats To Your Rhythm
- Acoustix3
- Acoustix 3
- Brave
- Friday Night (Paris Lover Remix)
- Brave (Deluxe)
- Your Songs 2015
- Friday Night
- Nashville Grey Skies
- Sounds Like Nashville
- Country to Country
- Sounds Like Nashville, Vol. 2
- The Sound of Nashville
- Tonight
- The Green Note EP
- The Green Note EP (Live)
- BBC Radio 2: Sounds of the 80s
- Sounds of the 80S