Blue Jeans Song Lyrics

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, yeah

I can't be hiding no more trying to 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 is trying
To understand you but he can't be wrong 'cause he's always right
Raise your hands it's time to fight 'cause