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 a perfect dress

I'm really just the perfect mess

And I ain't 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

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 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 a perfect dress

I'm really just the perfect mess

And I 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 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 a 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