They don’t write songs ’bout the wild ones
‘Cause wild ones got scars
They just sing ’bout sweet little angels
Like we ain’t crashed no cars
But honey, I’ve been sugar and fire
Played the saint and the midnight liar
You think she’s a Sunday blessin’
But she’s hidin’ a confession
There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl
A rebel heartbeat in a diamonds-and-pearls world
Yeah, even Eve got tempted
And we’ve all got some dirt we’ve defended
I knew a preacher’s daughter who danced on the bar
Tattoo on her soul, whiskey in a Mason jar
Don’t be fooled by the curls
There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl
Had a dream I knocked on hell’s front door
Devil said, “What you here for?”
I said, “I’m just tryin’ to understand,”
He said, “Darlin’, it’s the heart of man.”
Said, “Even the sweet ones bite sometimes
Just read between their lullabies.”
A cross ’round her neck don’t mean
She don’t know what sin can mean
There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl
Behind that innocent smile, there’s a twist and a twirl
They sing the choir songs on Sunday
But they turn the volume up come Monday
I knew a choir girl drinkin’ straight from the flask
Halo hangin’ off the rearview of her Cadillac
Yeah, it’s a wild ol’ world
And there’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl
Don’t mistake that grace for weakness
Or that blush for shame
She can quote you Proverbs
And still dance in the rain
There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl
A little fire hid beneath that curled-up world
You can dress her up in white lace
She’ll still leave lipstick on the devil’s face
So don’t be fooled by the light in her eyes
Even angels got secrets they disguise
Yeah, truth be told ’round the world
There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl




