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When you took me home You knew who you were taking Not some Debbie debutante standing in an apron Frying up your bacon 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, 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 perfect dress I'm really just the perfect mess And I ain't nothing less or nothing more So, baby, if you want the girl next door Then go next door and go right now And 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 Marsha Brady, uh-uh If I ever met her, bet she'd probably hate me Letras de canciones'Cause you'd 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 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 perfect dress I'm really just the perfect mess And I ain't nothing less or nothing more So, baby, if you want the girl next door Then go next door and go right now And 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 The thing that turns you on is what you'll wanna change But you have a better chance of slowing down a train 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 perfect dress I'm really just the perfect mess And I ain't nothing less or nothing more So, baby, if you want the girl next door Then go next door and go right now And 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 From Letras Mania