The Evolution of Darci Lynne Farmer (2014 - 2018)

I'm starting to speak now. She looks like an angel, she talks like an angel, she walks like an angel, but I got a lot. She's the devil in disguise. Oh, you're singing! The devil in disguise. See, that tiny little voice of yours? Really? I could sing all of these hymns. Hymns? Hymns! You're cute. Now, I can sing! And, yodel! Good people! Hit it, boys! I'm such a player. Sheesh! Hi, Katie! I'm supposed to look like Steve, but I ain't got no lips. So, T.G. Facebook. To read a book. I'm lost in my chaos. Can you see? By the blurry light? What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight? O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave? No, we're not all boys. And you better behave. I can't see. Let's change the subject. Look at all those good-looking men out there. Oh, my. You can feel her out there. He's cute. And I don't think he's a little too young for you. I'm not too young. And, uh, I really don't think he's interested. I can take him. Finally, I get to sing. And yodel. Yodel-a-hee-hoo. Hit it, boys. Be a cowboy, sweetheart. I learned to yodel better. All through the plains and the deserts. Out west of the great divide. We're on the Ellen Show. You ready to do your thing? Hit it. Second of all, you have kept me in a box for six months while you've been out on the balcony and singing with... You mean Petunia? Yeah, her. Oh, Easter Egg, Your shell is dyed so bright. Oh, Easter Egg, You snail rotten slightly. Four hours on end, We've been having fun. Ending all the air... Find voices. I'm gonna start with you, Taylor. I was thinking something like... Hello, darling. We got a Southern Taylor going on. I like it. All right, ready, Tony? Hello. You know what, Tony? I'm not gonna be too mean to you. Let's fix that, all right? Shine on, the one that's gone. And let me bloom. I love Kentucky. Before the day I met you, I was so unkind. But you're the key to my peace of mind. Cause you make me feel, you make me feel, you make me feel like a natural woman. Oh, you little marshmallow, you better not cry. You better not doubt, I'm telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to town. Holy infant so tender and mild, sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace. Your step, you little person, let your heart be light. When I had you, I treated you bad. And you're all my dear, a girl since, since you went away.