Gingerbomb - Wildfire Lyrics

She gonna take her sweet time
She gonna take it slow
You're gonna find, when she makes up her mind
She goin' where she wanna go

She's got grace and she got style
Bet you hope she'd stay a while
You're just preaching to the choir
You can't tame a wildfire

If you think that you can contain her
Better think one more time
I'll tell you sir, all the money in the world
Won't make her turn on a dime

She's got grace and she got style
Bet you hope she'd stay a while
You're just preaching to the choir
You can't tame a wildfire

Don't want to need her
Can't retreat either
You don't know why
You want to hate her
Can't help but thank her

Bet you never felt so humble
Bet you never felt so alive
Put the bounce in your step
Put the pound in your chest
Enough to make a grown man cry

She's got grace and she got style
Bet you hope she'd stay a while
You're just preaching to the choir
You can't tame a wildfire
You're just preaching to the choir
You can't tame a wildfire
You can't tame a wildfire