Song Description

Just a goofy song about a quirky girl

Lyrics

I've always marched
To the beat of a drummer
Who bangs on, oblivious
When the band cuts off
I like to sing to myself
When I'm walking
To the radio that plays along
With all my random thoughts

It may all be in my head
But I don't see the harm in that
I'm skipping along
In my happy sandbox world
I'm a socks n sandals kind of girl

I like my hair when it's straight
And when curly
Up or down, it all depends
On the day of the week
I wear my blue jeans
Until holes tear in the patches
The bell-bottoms are frayed
And denim tickles at my feet

I may not be the queen of style
But nothing clashes with my smile
I got a tattoo that says
"Joy to the world"
I'm a socks and sandals kind of girl

So if you're a few grains short of a sugar cube
Sugar, I'm alright with you


I'm a hippy, a beatnik
A human tilt a whirl
I'm a socks and sandals kind of girl