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