Lyrics Yin Yang Girl - Morgan Wallen

Yin Yang Girl

She’s my yin yang girl, she’s day she’s night
Just a shot in the dark, she’s a beam of light
She’s a hot contradiction, a brand new addiction
Like to sip that wine when I take her out fishin'
She’s the last one there when they close the bar
Got mud on the tires of her fancy car
She’s a real good girl 'til she’s had a few
Likes church on Sunday, sits in the back pew
If the preacher only knew that man
She’s an angel who can raise a little hell
A drive fast, high class southern belle
She’s crazy there ain’t no doubt about it
She’s a rock star dancin' on the tailgate
A little bit a sinner, and a little bit a saint
My yin yang girl
Yeah, she’s an angel who can raise a little hell
She’s a daddy’s little girl, she can do no wrong
But I hope he never sees her camera phone
She’s a real home maker, a whiskey shot taker
A bed time story and a midnight shaker
Shake it babe