When you took me home
You knew who you were takin’
Not some Debbie Debutante
Standin’ in an apron
Fryin’ up your bacon
Well my house and my mouth
And my mind get kinda trashy
I’ve never been to jail
But hell I wouldn’t put it past me
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So if you want the girl next door
Some Virgin Mary metaphor
Your cardboard cutout on the wall
Your paper or your Barbie doll
With perfect hair and a perfect dress
I’m really just the perfect mess
And I ain’t nothin’ less or nothin’ more
So baby if you want the girl next door
Then go next door
And go right now, don’t look back, don’t turn around
And don’t call me when you get bored
Yeah, if you want the girl next door
Then go next door
Sorry I ain’t sorry
That I ain’t your Marcia Brady
And if I ever met her
I bet she’d probably hate me
’Cause you wanna date me
My heart and my head
And my bed can get real twisted
And you wouldn’t be the first
To think you’re gonna go and fix it
Chorus
The thing that turns you on is what you’ll wanna change
But you have a better chance of slowin’ down a train
Chorus