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