My Baby's Guns N' Roses

You got your hair down. I got this top back. Kissin' on my neck. Girl, you gotta stop that. Do you want that fast lane, or do you Want that back seat? Girl, you gotta pick one. You can't expect me to keep my hands to Myself. She ain't into winin' and dinin'. She's shootin' whiskey, singin' Sweet Child of Mine, Man. Ridin' ninety-five, sittin' shotgun pretty. Turnin' this town into Paradise City. Runnin' wide ass open. Says as fast as this thing goes, Boy, give it some more. She's my little rockstar, and she knows it. My baby's guns and roses. She's got a wild side, and trouble's in her Blood. Thinks I'm an outlaw. That's double trouble, son. She likes to rock hard. She likes to kiss soft. Hot as a barrel on a twelve-gauge sawed-off. Ain't hard to please long as you got speed. Haha. She ain't into winin' and dinin'. She's shootin' whiskey, singin' Sweet Child of Mine, Man. Ridin' ninety-five, sittin' shotgun pretty. Turnin' this town into Paradise City. Runnin' wide ass open. Says as fast as this thing goes, Boy, give it some more. She's my little rockstar, and she knows it. My baby's guns and roses. And roses. My baby's guns and roses. Guns And roses. She's dancin' with the devil in the cold November Rain. But when she's knockin' on heaven's door, Son, can bet God'll call her name. She ain't into winin' and dinin'. She's shootin' whiskey, singin' Sweet Child of Mine, Man. Ridin' ninety-five, sittin' shotgun pretty. Turnin' this town into Paradise City. Runnin' wide ass open. Says as fast as this thing goes, Boy, give some more. She's my little rockstar, and she knows it. My baby's guns and roses. Guns and roses. My baby's guns and roses. Guns roses. My baby's guns and roses. And roses. My baby's guns and roses. Uh, huh.