She's a [bad word] original
Not some store bought rebel
She can find her own way home
You'll just have to let her

Whichever path she finds,
It’s hers to take
And if she says she’s fine
You just have to wait for her

She’s an artist in the world
 [bad word] from the heart
The finished song is always there
Well before she starts

And any time she might
Get the words wrong
You just turn it up and you
You sing along with her

And if a gun was pointed at her
I would stand between the bullet and her
And if not being with me is what makes her happy
I’d take that bullet too

Whichever path she finds,
It’s hers to take
And if she says she’s fine
I’ll just have to wait for her

She’s a [bad word] original.