When you me home You knew who you taking Not some Debbie debutante in an apron up your bacon
My and my mouth and my mind get kinda trashy I've been to jail, but Hell, I wouldn't put it past me, so
If you want the girl next Some Mary metaphor Your cardboard cutout on the Your or your Barbie doll With perfect hair and a dress I'm really the perfect mess And I ain't nothing less or nothing So, baby, if you want the next door
Then go next door and go now And don't look back, turn around And don't me when you get bored Yeah, if you want the girl next Then go next
Sorry I ain't That I ain't your Marsha Brady, If I met her, bet she'd probably hate me 'Cause you'd date me
My heart and my head and my bed can get twisted And you wouldn't be the to think you could go and fix it
If you want the next door Some Virgin metaphor Your cutout on the wall Your paper or your Barbie With perfect hair and a perfect I'm really just the mess And I ain't less or nothing more So, baby, if you the girl next door
Then go next door and go now And don't look back, don't turn And call me when you get bored Yeah, if you the girl next door go next door
The thing that turns you on is what you change But you a better chance of slowing down a train
If you want the girl door Some Mary metaphor Your cardboard on the wall Your paper or your doll With perfect hair and a perfect I'm really just the perfect And I ain't nothing less or nothing So, baby, if you want the girl next
go next door and go right now And don't back, don't turn around And don't call me you get bored Yeah, if you want the next door Then go door