Good Girls Gone Bad

Lord forgive them, they know not what they do

They're climbing up the social ladder just to get to you

They're stone-throwing, bible-toting debutantes from hell

They need a redemption to save them from themselves

They don't mean to be so mean

Bless their hearts, it's in them genes

They raise a glass to John 3:16

When they hit their knees, you better watch your back

They'll pray for you and you don't want that

They're the devil's angels and that's a fact

They're good, good girls gone bad

They've sinned and found heaven in daddy's Cadillac

Showed up to church with a hiked-up skirt and a big old brand new rack

They're God-fearing, good-cooking doers of good deeds

Like OMG WWJD

They don't mean to be so mean

Bless their hearts, it's in them genes

They raise a glass to John 3:16

When they hit their knees, you better watch your back

They'll pray for you and you don't want that

They're the devil's angels and that's a fact

They're good, good girls gone bad

Wolves in sheep's clothes, running in packs

They give you that Judas kiss and stab you in your back

But bad apples don't fall far from the tree

Granny teaches Mama, Mama teaches baby, yeah

They don't mean to be so mean

Bless their hearts, it's in them genes

They raise a glass to John 3:16

When they hit their knees, you better watch your back

They'll pray for you and you don't want that

Even St. Peter can't get mad at

Good, good girls gone bad

They're the devil's angels and that's a fact

That's right

Good, good girls gone bad