She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
She looks good in blue jeans even better under cover
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(9)
I can's be hiding no more trying to catch my soul
in a stolen red Camaro flying' so far
Drunk driving' 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
She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
She looks good in blue jeans even better under cover
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(9)
Pick something and go 'cause I can't decide
While I'm planting the seeds growing' 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 comming 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 cover
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(9)
She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
She looks good in blue jeans even better under cover
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(9)