Sara Gibson

Sara Gibson

 Sacramento, California, USA
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Fast Car Kinda Girl

Written By: Kurt Ozdaglar/Sara Gibson

Fast Car Kinda Girl Ozdaglar/Gibson
We called her little speedy
She was a racer from the start
Ask her what she'd be when she grow up
She'd say one word Earnhart
She'd play hot wheels all day
Toss her barbies aside
Snuck her favorite car into church
Caught the Pastor's eye
He Said pay attention , Honey Heavens waiting for ya
She smiled said "That's Okay. God will be with me when I win Daytona"

She's a fast car,fast car kinda girl
She can take on any boy
Has dreams of racin around the world
She's a fast car, Fast car kinda girl

Her last year of high school
She traded paint on that dirt track
Won every race in the state
Found a sponsor, now she ain't lookin back
She said I'm gona take my shot like Dale, Boy's I'll be gunnin for ya
I can't wait to go three wide, when I win Daytona

She's a fast car, fast car kinda girl
She can run with the big boy's
Gonna burn rubber around the world
She's a fast car, fast car kinda a

She's got all the great one's lookin back at her
from the dash of her car
From Al Unsler to Jimmie Johnson
She's gonna leave her mark

She's a fast car, fast car kinda girl
She can run with the big boy's
Gonna burn rubber around the world
She's a fast car, fast car kinda a
Girl kinda girl
Fast car kinda girl

Miserable Life

Written By: Kurt Ozdaglar

Miserable Life Ozdaglar
Amy was a preachers daughter, who preferred wine over water
Stole money from the collection plate way to often
She was a hell bent child, who ended up as a feature on Girl's Gone Wild
She was the last nail in her daddy's coffin
There wasn't a class she couldn't fail, she bragged she only spent one night in that Cobo jail
Told everyone her miracle man would come her way
When a hangover got her down, she'd cure it with two shots of Crown
But her Daddy's last word still haunt her to this day
He said

I hope you have children that are cross-eyed and crazy
I hope your husbands broke, fat and down right lazy
You need to fell all the pain you caused me and my wife
I hope you get robbed on paycheck Friday
I hope your truck those a rod on a deserted highway
I pray you live a long and Miserable Life

Amy's Mom lived by brimstone and fire, you'd mention Amy's name and she'd scream Liar
She blamed Amy, for lossin all her hair
Her Mom would only go out at night, cause her K-Mart wig never fit just right
She could swallow the gossip, but couldn't handle the stares
She told Amy on her last christmas eve, you've turned out to be everything I'd dread you'd be
You've broke every Commandment a thousand different ways
I've never claim to have all the answers, but how'd you become a tobacco spittin pole dancer
I pray the Preachers last words come true some day
He Said

I hope you have children that are cross-eyed and crazy
I hope your husbands broke, fat and down right lazy
You need to fell all the pain you caused me and my wife
I hope you get robbed on paycheck Friday
I hope your truck those a rod on a deserted highway
I pray you live a long and Miserable Life

I hope you have children that are cross-eyed and crazy
I hope your husbands broke, fat and down right lazy
You need to fell all the pain you caused me and my wife
I hope you get robbed on paycheck Friday
I hope your truck those a rod on a deserted highway
I pray you live a long and Miserable Life
Pray you have a long and Miserable
Pray you have a long and Miserable Life
Miserable Life