Convertible Kind
I’m looking for a girl named diamond in the rough
some little thing who thinks that sugar ain’t enough
takes a spoonful of salt with her bread
calls me on over to polish off her edge
oh where can she be
and when will she come to me
I’m looking for a girl named gimme champagne
she’s satisfied to sate her thirst on a little bit of rain
she don’t need a dozen sips
that girl just needs to wet her lips
oh where can she be
and when will she come to me
I don’t care what walk she walks
I don’t care what talk she talks
as long as she lets me know
when I’m named boyfriend on her block
I’m looking for a girl named angel in the snow
she shivers when she’s bad when she’s shining down below
and that heavenly music begins
when she spreads her heavenly wings
oh where can she be
and when will she come to me
I’m looking for a little girl you know the convertible kind
she puts her top down make it summer anytime
you feel that cool breeze go by
we’re speeding up to cross over state lines
oh where can she be
and when will she come to me
Waiting on Your Love