She's like a blazing sun boy
She'll drag you into orbit
Have you spinnin
Round and round
You can try to run
But why fight gravity
When you're havin
That much fun Well she can ride, rope, jump, text
Flip her hair and say, What's next?
She's in constant motion
Sleep just ain't her potion
She's not into fancy lotion
She's pure locomotion
And that whistle that you hear
You better get on board boy
Or get the hell out of her way Yeah the universe has spoken
Sure don't look like it was jokin
Youd better throw away
Whatever you were smokin
You better hang on boy
And enjoy
Your full 8 seconds, woah yeah
If you can