Look, But Don’t Touch What’s Mine

Well, I'm rolling down this dirt road. Got the windows rolled down.

With a heart full of pride and my boots on the ground. There's a fire

in the sunset, but not half as bright. As a girl sitting next to

me with her eyes like the night. Red hair flowing like a river

in that gothic dress. She's a wild kind of beauty, and I couldn't

love her less. You can look, but don't touch what's mine. She's the only

treasure that I've ever found. With her devil-may-care, she's a storm on the rise.

But I'm the lucky one who gets to call her mine. Don't let the