Blue Jeans

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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