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Lyrics
She walks in humming vinyl dreams,
Cowboy hat and old blue jeans,
Knows every word to every tune,
From “Brandy” to “Afternoon Delight” by noon.
She’ll point and say, “Now listen here,
This guitar solo changed the year,”
Then softly sing with that sweet grin,
“Baby, I’m-a want you…” and I just give in.
Yeah, she’s my human jukebox queen,
Living somewhere in 1973,
And every time she grabs the aux,
I fall in love around the clock.
She says, “Bread knew romance best,
‘I really think that we could make it, girl’ — no contest!”
Then Ambrosia comes floating through,
“That’s how much… I feel for you…”
And when the night gets warm and slow,
Exile’s spinning on the radio,
“I wanna kiss you all over…” she sings with soul,
And suddenly my heart’s on a roller disco roll.
She’s got Fleetwood in her spirit,
Chicago in her veins,
A little Barry White swagger
Every time it rains.
And I don’t need Spotify
When she’s singing next to me,
She’s a one-woman greatest hits machine from ‘73.
Yeah, Bread said we could make it, girl,
And honestly, they weren’t wrong in this world.
Ambrosia told the truth so smooth,
“That’s how much I feel for you…”
And every night when the lights go low,
Exile’s echo steals the show,
“I wanna kiss you all over…” loud and true —
But baby, every love song sounds better coming from you.
So keep those records spinning round,
With your seventies soundtrack love-soaked sound,
’Cause every classic melody I ever knew
Sounds a little sweeter when it’s sung by you.
Details
GeneratedJun 6, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
1970s country rock with acoustic guitar riffs and deep male voice with a catchy chorus
Credits
Prompt byLmYoung85
ModelAria v5.5
