Well, her eyes, a few seeps through open wideAnd that smile, my, oh my, what a sightAnd her hair, that long, blonde, curly, pretty hairUnderneath the felt hat that runs down her backOh, I've been badOh, I've been badFor she's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the nightTalking to the stars, asking if she's doing it rightCause she's all on her own and she's got herself a lieCause her mama left her and her papa's not aroundAnd she's just trying to find her own groundShe's trying to find her own groundOh, yeahAnd when it gets coldShe snuggles up in the northern riversTrying to keep warm, trying to keep out the shiversYeah, oh, when it gets coldYeahAnd she saysShe showers with Jack Johnson on itTaylor was her favorite songCause it made him feel likeShe was the only one who knewThat she belongedNo, she belongedBut she's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the nightTalking to the stars, asking if she's doing it rightCause she's all on her own and she's got herself a lieCause her mama left her and her papa's not aroundAnd she's just trying to find her own groundTrying to find her own groundTrying to find her own groundWhen it gets coldShe snuggles up in the northern riversTrying to keep warm, trying to keep out the shiversAnd she saysShe showers with Jack Johnson on itShe showers with Jack Johnson on itAnd Taylor was her favorite songCause it made her feel likeShe belongedNo, she belongedHeyYeah, I got you