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She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers
She's a devil in bed between the sheets
Ask her if she's a saint
And she'll get down on her knees and pray
Yeah yeah yeah
I can't be hiding no more trying ta catch my soul
In a stolen red Camaro flyin' so far
Drunk drivin' trees are swinging by
I can't decide why she's on my mind
I can't be trippin' while trying
And I can't find the truth
While another man tries to understand you
But he can't be wrong 'cause he's always right
Raise your hands it's time to fight go on
She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers
She's a devil in bed between the sheets
Ask her if she's a saint
And she'll get down on her knees and pray
Yeah yeah yeah
Grab something and go 'cause I can't decide
While I'm planting the seeds growin' in your mind
I can't be picking up things from all the bad
Two years running
I'm gunning for the future fast
Pick yourselves up
Decide why we're carrying on with guns and knives
Can't you tell that everything's wrong
But she's coming out and she looks good tonight
She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers
She's a devil in bed between the sheets
Ask her if she's a saint
And she'll get down on her knees and pray
Yeah yeah yeah
Go go no no no
She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers
She's a devil in bed between the sheets
Ask her if she's a saint
And she'll get down on her knees and pray
Yeah yeah yeah
