Dirty Blonde
Written by Luke Walton
Copyright Luke Walton all rights reserved

She was a dancer,
She liked music that wasn't mine,
A pop-culture junkie,
Stole away all my time.
 
My baby's name was April,
And her reign lasted far too long.
My pretty little girlfriend,
My dirty blonde.
 
How did a cheerleader,
End up with a guy like me?
You played with my heart,
I guess that's just your fee.
 
The all-American girl,
And the not so normal guy.
You had all the power,
You made a stone-face cry.
 
I heard she was cheatin',
Then my trust was gone,
My pretty little girlfriend,
My dirty blonde.
 
She was a dancer,
She liked music that wasn't mine,
My pretty little girlfriend,
Stole away all my time.