Wild Like Heaven, Sweet Like Sin

. I met her down in Jackson. Boots high and spirit higher.

Her long legs strut like a sinner, but her soul's wrapped in fire.

She's got a cross around her neck and a vape in her hand.

Heineken on her lips, tequila in her plan. She's a mom

of two. Got a heart big as Texas. Saving lives every day in those

blue nurse scrubs. She'll pray for the broken, patch up the bruised.

A guardian angel with a rebel's touch. She's wild like heaven,

sweet like sin. A holy hurricane blowing in the wind. Tatted and tough,