I've been riding around with Molly
She dresses like a 60s cliché
Molly don't need approval
I need her to listen to what I have got to say
Singing like Joni Mitchell
You may say that she's a hippy wannabe
Sunglasses just like John Lennon
I cry every time she hides those big brown eyes from me
Thursday evening in the car with Molly
Dancing round the phrase 'will you be mine?'
She says the radio is talking, yeah and I'm just tryna listen
Then she flashes her eyes
And that's Molly
That's Molly for ya
Molly music lover
Prides herself on being hard to read
And I'm searching for a signal
But the traffic lights ahead are showing both red and green
Singing like Joni Mitchell
You might say she's a hippy wannabe
Sunglasses just like John Lennon
Perfect painted fingers play McCartney melodies
And its
Friday and I'm driving home with Molly
Dancing round the phrase 'will you be mine?'
She says the radio is talking, yeah and I'm just tryna listen
Then she flashes her eyes
And that's Molly
Ooh that's Molly
Saturday another day with Molly
If I don't ask right now it is a crime
The shampoo that she wears has left orange in her hair
But her fur coat still smells like a kilo sale
Molly growing her magic all by herself
And every time she smiles with her eyes it feels like summer time
And that's Molly
That's Molly
That's Molly for ya
That's Molly for ya