Whole Damn Thing Lyrics - Turning Point - Chuck Wicks

Everybody says she is a wild card, a heart ache, 

The kinda girl, you never know, where she's gonna land 

Oh now she's going out, and making friends, 

It never stops, it never ends, 

The kinda girl, to slow it down, or drag you out on the dance floor, to dance around 

Oh, cause she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls, 

Oh she's, oh she's, a bit of rain, and a lot of fire, 

A good laugh, and a bad liar 

Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing 

She's the whole damn thing 

She's the kinda girl who makes a man do anything, 

Like fall in love, and get ya thinkin' bout the next step 

And you're wakin' up, it's burnt toast, a soft touch, 

That just knows, how to bring you back from a bad day 

And she's the kinda girl who ain't ever goin' away, 

No she ain't ever goin' away 

Cause she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls, 

Oh she's, oh she's a bit of rain, and a lot of fire, 

A good laugh, and a bad liar 

Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing 

She's the whole damn thing 

Yeah she is 

She's up and down, and back and forth, across the street, a way downtown. 

She's the whole damn thing. 

All the things I've never known, I finally got, and I won't let go, 

'Cause she's the whole, the whole damn thing 

Oh she's a cold beer, and football, a red dress, that just falls, 

Oh she's, oh she's a bit of rain, and a lot of fire, 

A good laugh, and a bad liar 

Oh she's, oh she's the whole damn thing 

She's the whole damn thing 

My baby she's the whole damn thing