Girl Next Door

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When you took me home, you knew who you were taking
         F                                Am
Not some Debbie debutante, standing in an apron, frying up your bacon

Am
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

G  Am
So,  if you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
    F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
    Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
   F                                         G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door

             Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
               F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
           Am
Then go next door

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Am
Sorry, I ain't sorry that I ain't your Marsha Brady, uh-uh
F                                     Am
If I ever met her, bet she'd probably hate me
'cause you'd wanna date me

   Am
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

G  Am
So,  if you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
    F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
     Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
    F                                       G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door

             Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
               F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
           Am
Then go next door

(Am) Am  Am  Am

    G                                   Am
The thing that turns you on is what you wanna change
        G                               F
But you have a better chance of slowing down a train

G Am
    If you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
    F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
    Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
   F                                         G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door

             Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
               F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
           Am
Then go next door

(Am) Am  Am  Am
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