Everybody says she is a wild card, a heart ache The kinda girl, you never know, where she's gonna land Oh now she's going out, and making friends It never stops, it never ends The kinda girl, to slow it down, or drag you out on the dance floor, to dance around Oh, cause she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls Oh she's, oh she's, a bit of rain, and a lot of fire A good laugh, and a bad liar Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing She's the whole damn thing She's the kinda girl who makes a man do anything Like fall in love, and get ya thinkin' bout the next step And you're wakin' up, it's burnt toast, a soft touch That just knows, how to bring you back from a bad day And she's the kinda girl who ain't ever goin' away No she ain't ever goin' away Cause she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls Oh she's, oh she's a bit of rain, and a lot of fire A good laugh, and a bad liar Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing She's the whole damn thing Yeah she is She's up and down, and back and forth, across the street, a way downtown She's the whole damn thing All the things I've never known, I finally got, and I won't let go Cause she's the whole, the whole damn thing Oh she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls Oh she's, oh she's a bit of rain, and a lot of fire A good laugh, and a bad liar Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing She's the whole damn thing My baby she's the whole damn thing