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