Her eyes are light and clear
And fearless like Chicago winds in the wintertime
And her hair is never quite in place
And the knees in her jeans have seen better days and she's no beauty queen but you love her anyways
She's a wildewoman
Oh she's gonna find another way back home
It's written in her blood, oh it's written in her bones
Yeah, she's ripping out the pages, she's ripping out the pages in your book
Oh she's gonna find another way back home
It's written in her blood, oh it's written in her bones
Yeah, she'll only be bound, bound by the things she chooses
Her smile is sneaky like a fiery fox
It's that look that tells you she's up to no good at all
And she'll say whatever's on her mind
They're unspeakable things and she'll speak them in vain
And you can't help but wish you had bolder things to say
She's a wildewoman
Oh she's gonna find another way back home
It's written in our blood, oh it's written in her bones
Yeah, she's ripping out the pages, she's ripping out the pages in your book
Oh she's gonna find another way back home
It's written in our blood, oh it's written in our bones
Yeah, she'll only be bound, be bound by the things she chooses
Yeah, she'll only be bound, be bound by the things she chooses
Oh we're gonna find another way back home
It's written in our blood, oh it's written in our bones
Yeah we're ripping out the pages, ripping out the pages in your book
Oh we're gonna find another way back home
It's written in our blood, oh it's written in our bones
Yeah we'll only be bound, be bound by the things we choose
Yeah we'll only be bound, be bound by the things we choose
Oh we'll only be bound, be bound by the things we choose
Oh we'll only be bound, be bound by the things we choose
Oh we'll only be bound (only be bound)
By the things we choose
