| Ripped jeans, a blue eyes
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| I knew right away I was in trouble that night
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| Tattoos, he don’t shave
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| Makes a good little girl wanna misbehave
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| I won’t be takin' him a-home any time soon
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| It ain’t a good move, woah
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| I keep givin' him my permission
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| To break me down and steal my kisses
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| I don’t know where I went wrong
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| I’m sorry, mama, so sorry, mama
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| In so many ways I dare not mention
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| He keeps pullin' me in his direction
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| I guess you were right all along
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| I’m sorry, mama, so sorry, mama
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| Chrome hearts, a steal chains
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| And nothing but you know what on his brain
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| Full speed, top down
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| Like Bonnie and Clyde tearing up this town
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| I know you raised my better than this
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| But how can I resist? |
| Woah
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| I keep givin' him my permission
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| To break me down and steal my kisses
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| I don’t know where I went wrong
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| I’m sorry, mama, so sorry, mama
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| In so many ways I dare not mention
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| He keeps pullin' me in his direction
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| I guess you were right all along
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| I’m sorry, mama, so sorry, mama
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| He’s got this hold on me Just like you said it would be I didn’t listen and now I can’t walk away |
| I won’t be takin' him a home any time soon
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| It ain’t a good move, woah, woah
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| I keep givin' him my permission
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| To break me down and steal my kisses
|
| I don’t know where I went wrong
|
| I’m sorry, mama, so sorry, mama
|
| In so many ways I dare not mention
|
| He keeps pullin' me in his direction
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| I guess you were right all along
|
| I’m sorry, mama, so sorry, mama
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| I’m sorry, mama, so sorry, mama
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| I’m sorry, mama, so sorry, mama
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| Ripped jeans, a blue eyes
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| I knew right away I was in trouble that night |