Everybody is hypnotized
By the girl with the cobra eyes
They don’t realize
What she brings is doom
Lovers and friends become slaves
And they will let her lead her way
To a prison cell
Or an unmarked grave
Maybe good girls don’t, don't lie
Maybe bad girls don’t, don't cry
Maybe angels are real
Maybe lovers don’t steal
Your souls
When she comes near I can feel her heat
And in my ear she says
That she needs my help tonight
Will I be her friend?
We're racing down Highway 91
We're making out to her favorite song
And when the news comes on
She’s a killer on the run
Maybe good girls don’t, don't lie
Maybe bad girls don’t, don't cry
Maybe angels are real
Maybe lovers don’t steal
Your souls
Maybe good girls don’t, don't lie
Maybe bad girls don’t, don't cry
Maybe angels are real
Maybe lovers don’t steal
Your souls
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