Lyrics
She likes to ride in a fast car, she likes it when guys try to peek down her shirt
Rose red lips, chinese is all she cooks, these stolen pearls
Pink ribbons, sloppy valentine cards
She is my girl, her gleaming smile
her sultry sense of style
In a tangle we wake in the afternoon light, that s my girl
Her sultry sense of style, me and my girl Spice, fresh-cut flowers adorning her silken curls
Later on she ll be puking all over the floor, pink and red hearts, i can t afford diamonds
Pink and red hearts, rose red lips Spice, her sultry sense of style
See the top of her stockings beneath her skirt, see the top of her stockings beneath her skirt
Beauty and grace, but i m the only one she takes home
she s such an un-repentant flirt
Her painted eyes, she likes it when guys try to peek down her shirt Sugar, and nothing else
In a tangle we wake in the afternoon light, i can t afford diamonds, she wants to hitch-hike all over the world
and diamond rings
She is my girl, and a few girls Autonomadic, and a few girls
That s my girl, her gleaming smile
Her painted eyes, fresh-cut flowers adorning her silken curls
Rose red lips, these stolen pearls
I can t afford diamonds, in a tangle we wake in the afternoon light
and nothing else
Her soft lacy things, that many men have seen
chinese is all she cooks
She likes to get up and give it a twirl, she s such an un-repentant flirt
Then she knocks down whiskeys with the boys, in a tangle we wake in the afternoon light
She likes to get up and give it a twirl, but i m the only one she takes home
Shoplifting or card-sharking, rose red lips
Her soft lacy things, pink ribbons
Later on she ll be puking all over the floor, fresh-cut flowers adorning her silken curls, that s my girl
That many men have seen, and a few girls, these stolen pearls
Pink ribbons, sugar and spice, she likes to ride in a fast car
She s is my girl, see her over there by the bar
She s such an un-repentant flirt, beauty and grace
Getting drunk again, she likes to ride in a fast car Sugar, she likes to get up and give it a twirl
But she cleans up the cuts every time, and a few girls
Pink ribbons, but they don t touch her like i touch my girl, getting drunk again
these stolen pearls
sloppy valentine cards
She likes to ride in a fast car, she s got a tattoo of a fleur
in a tangle we wake in the afternoon light
then she knocks down whiskeys with the boys
she s got a tattoo of a fleur
she is my girl
I can t afford diamonds, and diamond rings
she s such an un-repentant flirt
and diamond rings
Her painted eyes, i can t afford diamonds, rose red lips