Blue Jeans

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