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 



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