Bad girls get what they want
But they get left in the dust too
Good girls get their own song
How could this one be bout you
When all you've done me is wrong
And if I'm wrong
I guess we'll never know
I wear my heart on the outside of my clothes
Beat all the odds now I'm here
Me, I'm no ordinary player
Meet my little friend he's from Detroit
He snatched his soul back from satan through the power of his prayer
He's no coward he's for-real
She can't lie and say she cared
On my momma ima die as a legend out here
Go ahead and try but the devil out here
It would be unwise of you to show him you're scared
Curtains on my window sun shining in
Pistol on my pillow
Dreams on my skin
I can hear nirvana
Curtains on my window sun shining in
Head still on my pillow
Dreams on my skin
I can hear nirvana
I hear em talk like I don't know
I've heard it all, I walk the same roads
What I got on is strictly for my soul
I wear my heart on the outside of my clothes
So the Bad girls get what they want
But they get left in the dust too
Good girls get their own song
How could this one be bout you
Curtains on my window sun shining in
Pistol on my pillow
Dreams on my skin
I can hear nirvana
Bad girls get what they want
And if I'm wrong
I guess we'll never know
I wear my heart on the outside of my clothes