Rings On Her Fingers

[Verse 1] She walks barefoot down the sidewalk, With a flower in her hair, Got a little bit of mischief And a devil-may-care. She’ll laugh until she cries, Then steal your heart for fun, She’s a wild little spark of lightning That will make you come undone. [Pre-Chorus] You can try to hold her, You can try to make her stay, But she was born with open skies And a highway in her veins. [Chorus] She’s got rings on her fingers And bells on her toes———- Pretty silver stud Pierced through her nose——— She dances in the rain, Dances in the sun———— She spins around like a gypsy When the music has begun—— She’s a little bit crazy, A little bit free, And every time she smiles She takes a piece of me——— She’s got rings on her fingers And a heart made of gold— She’s the kind of girl You’ll never really hold. [Verse 2] She’ll sit beside the river With her jeans rolled to her knees, Throwing pebbles at the water Feeling free as the breeze. She’ll chase a firefly barefoot When the evening starts to fall, And somehow make a summer night Feel like it could last forever. [Pre-Chorus] She doesn’t need a reason, She just follows where it goes, With a pocket full of secrets And a wildflower in her soul. [Chorus] She’s got rings on her fingers And bells on her toes———- Pretty silver stud Pierced through her nose——— She dances in the rain, Dances in the sun———— She spins around like a gypsy When the music has begun—— She’s a little bit crazy, A little bit free, And every time she smiles She takes a piece of me——— She’s got rings on her fingers And a heart made of gold— She’s the kind of girl You’ll never really hold. [Bridge] Maybe she’ll love you Like a storm loves the sea, Come crashing into your life Then set your spirit free. When she decides to leave you, You’ll always hear those bells— Like a distant little warning A girl you thought you knew so well. [Final Chorus] She’s got rings on her fingers And bells on her toes——— Pretty silver stud Pierced through her nose——- She dances in the rain, Dances in the sun.———— She’s a little bit crazy, A little bit free, And every road she travels Leaves a memory. She’s got rings on her fingers And a heart made of gold— She’s the kind of girl You’ll never really hold. [Outro] So let her dance in the rain, Let her dance in the sun— Some girls are born to settle down, But she was born to run.