she dont think like anyone else
shes got a style thats all herself
she twirls to the twang of a different guitar
she dont dress like a magazine
shes the star of her own scene
she twirls to the twang of a different guitar
aint i lucky to be the one
aint i lucky thats she my hon
aint i lucky that shes plucking on the strings of my heart
she dont talk like other women
shes striking out on her own mission
she twirls to the twang of a different guitar
she dont walk like the other girls
shes got own place in the world
she twirls to the twang of a different guitar
she dont put colors in her hair
she lives her life without a care
she twirls to the twang of a different guitar
(bridge)
she dont buy into all that goop
shell knock you for a loop-de-loop
she twirls to the twang of a different guitar
