Sara Douga - Gypsy Soles Lyrics

She loves to run
It's her favorite thing to do
She's had her Nike's on since the day she turned two

And it's a marathon
It ain't no short distance route
She slows down just enough to send your heart around
And then she's gone

Oh she's hard to claim
Even harder to tame
Running 90 miles an hour down her getaway lane
She's burning holes in her Gypsy Soles

And her car's always
Packed up and loaded down
Ready and awaiting to get out of town

And she's something else
But you better recognize it fast
Cause in a moment's time she'll be ten miles past

Oh she's hard to claim
Even harder to tame
Running 90 miles an hour down her getaway lane
She's burning holes in her Gypsy Soles

Some call it well rounded
She knows the truth; she needs to get herself grounded
One day she's gonna wear 'em thin
But until then...

She'll be hard to claim
Even harder to tame
Running 90 miles an hour down her getaway lane
She's laying her blame
She's playing her game
She's driving him insane
She's burning holes in her Gypsy Soles
That girl is burning holes in her Gypsy Soles