Juliette

She's the kind of girl who's not scared of heights

And I reckon she's never found Mr. Right

If you knock on her door she'll let you in

But her heart is broken it's paper-thin

I said her heart is broken, but it's paper-thin

She's a god bless reckless pretty little hot mess

But you'll never catch her in a clean white dress

She tells herself honey just hold on

But she floats away writing country songs

Yeah she floats away writing country songs