Christin Wenzel

Songtext

Lyric's: Little Girl

V1: Standing at the garden fence, there was this little girl my friend, only 6 years old,
but she was singin' for her oudience, red dress, jeans hat.

Chorus: Her mic was a flower in her hand, her grandma's clapping, was her band.
For the gig's she didn't get money, but sugar pie and honey.
As she grew the drinks where free, and the whiskey tastes like honey.

V2: The little girl became a teenager, her mom bought her first guitar, her biggest wish
came true, but she didn't know how to tune, but red dress, jeans hat.

Chorus: Her mic was a flower in her hand, her grandma's clapping, was her band.
For the gig's she didn't get money, but sugar pie and honey.
As she grew the drinks where free, and the whiskey tastes like honey.

Bridge: Rap:

I make my music just for you,I play my songs, cause it's all I know. It's all I got, it's all I want, it's what I love, just like the bees, makin their honey.

Chorus: Her mic was a flower in her hand, her grandma's clapping, was her band.
For the gig's she didn't get money, but sugar pie and honey.
As she grew the drinks where free, and the whiskey tastes like honey.