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, yeah
I can't be hiding no more trying to 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 is trying
To understand you but he can't be wrong 'cause he's always right
Raise your hands it's time to fight 'cause
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, 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 every thing'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, yeah
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
Yeah, yeah, yeah