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