Long legs, tattoos, lip ring attitude, Fishnets, leather boots, daddy, daughter issues
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Crashed her car, yet again, flashes that smile, gets away with it
She's the devil, pure evil, and that's a compliment
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Well I guess I have a type, bat shit (crazy), a succubus (lazy)
I guess I have a type insane (certified), a narcissist
Crashed her car, yet again, flashes that smile, gets away with it
She's the devil, pure evil, and that's a compliment
What the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
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Long legs, tattoos, lip ring attitude, Fishnets, leather boots, daddy, daughter issues
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Crashed her car, yet again, flashes that smile, gets away with it
She's the devil, pure evil, and that's a compliment
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Well I guess I have a type, bat shit (crazy), a succubus (lazy)
I guess I have a type insane (certified), a narcissist
Crashed her car, yet again, flashes that smile, gets away with it
She's the devil, pure evil, and that's a compliment
What the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Crashed her car, yet again, flashes that smile, gets away with it
She's the devil, pure evil, and that's a compliment
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Well I guess I have a type, bat shit (crazy), a succubus (lazy)
I guess I have a type insane (certified), a narcissist
Crashed her car, yet again, flashes that smile, gets away with it
She's the devil, pure evil, and that's a compliment
What the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
Will I ever learn what the hell, what the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Writer: Evan Allen
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