Oh yeah

Ripped jeans
Blue eyes I knew right away
I was in trouble that tonight

Tattoos he don't shave
Makes a good little girl wanna misbehave
I won't be takin' him home anytime soon
It ain't a good move, whoa-oh-oh-oh

I keep givin' him my permission
To break me down and steal my kisses
I don't know where I went wrong
I'm sorry mama, so sorry mama
And so many ways I did not mention
He keeps pulling me in his direction
I guess you were right all along
I'm sorry mama, so sorry mama

Chrome heart, steal chains
And nothing but you know what on his brain
Full speed and top down
Like Bonnie and Clyde tearing up this town

I know you raised me better than this
But how can I resist, whoa-oh-oh-oh

I keep givin' him my permission
To break me down and steal my kisses
I don't know where I went wrong
I'm sorry mama, so sorry mama
And so many ways I did not mention
He keeps pulling me in his direction
I guess you were right all along
I'm sorry mama, so sorry mama

He's got this hold on me
Just like you said it would be
I didn't listen
And now I can't walk away

I won't be takin' him home anytime soon
It ain't a good move, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

I keep givin' him my permission
To break me down and steal my kisses
I don't know where I went wrong
I'm sorry mama, so sorry mama

And so many ways I did not mention
He keeps pulling me in his direction
I guess you were right all along
I'm sorry mama, so sorry mama

I'm sorry mama, so sorry mama
I'm sorry mama, so sorry mama

Ripped jeans, blue eyes
I knew right away
I was in trouble that night

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Writer(s): DUNCAN, SAMPSON, SHANKS