Friday Playlist #11: Girls of Summer

Aaaaah, the return of the Friday Playlist! What is it about girls rocking that just makes me want to roll the windows down and drive all through the summer????

Treat Me Right       Pat Benetar

Our Lips Are Sealed     The Go-Gos

Take If Off The Donnas

Cherry Bomb The Runaways

Bad Romance     Lady GaGa

Land of Canaan    Indigo Girls

Freedom        Aretha Franklin

Loose Lips    Kimya Dawson

Kiss Me Deadly    Lita Ford

Got to Be Real      Cheryl Lynn

I Drove All Night Cyndi Lauper

On the Radio       Donna Summer

Borderline    Madonna

I Feel Lucky    Mary Chapin-Carpenter

Only Girl in the World    Rihanna

Since You Been Gone    Kelly Clarkson

Raise Your Glass    Pink!

One Way or Another        Blondie

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