Crooked Halo

Been that way since she was a baby
A mustang you ain’t breakin
Barbed wire wrapped around a pretty daisy
Yah the good kinda crazy
Spits fire like a Roman candle
A down-heart that’s prone to ramble
Says, «I might be hard to handle but I know who I am»
Ooh a sweet little wild tornado
Ooh angel with a crooked halo
Ooh she follows her wings where the wind blows
Ooh angel with a crooked halo
Her kindness don’t mean weakness
There’s vinegar in her sweetness
Says, «I gotta friend in Jesus and he knows who I am»
Ooh a sweet little wild tornado
Ooh angel with a crooked halo
Ooh she follows her wings where the wind blows
Ooh angel with a crooked halo
Still barefoot wide-eyed runnin through the field
Tell her that she won’t and she sure will
Little south of heaven north of hell but she’s gonna be herself yah yah
Ooh a sweet little wild tornado
Ooh angel with a crooked halo
Ooh she follows her wings where the wind blows
Ooh angel with a crooked halo
Halo
Oh yeah
Angel with a crooked halo
Ooh
Hey, hey hey