I need a big sound for an even bigger feeling
I need the searchlights, a car that peels out squealing
I need some high heels, a neckline that's revealing
I need the guts I get when Cassandra sings
I love her music, and most of all I love her singin'
I love it when she shakes her head, her long hair swingin'
Her songs are loud and strong and all about her feelings
I love how I connect when Cassandra sings
There I was when she came to town; no way I was just standing around
Phone up, hand up, singing loud: I was witnessing!
She struts the stage like an outlaw queen, all kinds of crazy energy
As real as real can be in this world of mystery
I need the floodgates, something to amaze me
I'm getting so numb, and most shit doesn't faze me
But then her voice cuts through the noise and somehow sways me
I need the jump-start jolt when Cassandra sings
She and her man are smokin' hot
If you've got love, you've got a lot
I'd sigh and say, maybe that's not me, maybe that's OK
But when I walk with my headphones on, listening to Cassandra's song
She's predicting true love's coming any day now
I'm such a fangirl, you might be embarrassed for me
Well, I don't care what you think, that's right, and I'm not sorry
'Cause when I'm falling down the slide of work and worry
I need guitar so proud and bass too loud
Drums like guns and a worked-up crowd, purple lights
And warm, clear nights, and life let loose, when Cassandra sings
The truth rings out when Cassandra sings
There is no doubt when Cassandra sings