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 get my soul in a stolen red Camaro flyin' so far
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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

Coz'
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

Take something and go 'cause I can't decide
While I'm planting the [bad word] #39; through my mind
I can't be picking up things from all the bad, two [bad word] 
I'm gunning for the future can
Pick yourselves up, decide why we're carrying on with guns and knives
Can't you tell that everything's wrong
But [bad word] 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