Guess Who - Good Girl Lyrics

She's gone down to New Orleans
To make some money
She was all dressed up in red
Driving down Bourbon St. with strange lovers
She was running from the dead

She's turning me on

But she's a good girl
She'll please your buddies
And she may please your daddy
But she ain't your mommas type

Opelika, Alabama
Is kinda like a flamin' fairy fantasy
Demons in the quarter
Washed away in a sea of La Fée

She's turning me on

And she's a good girl
She'll please your buddies
And she'll please your daddy
But she ain't your mommas type

She told me not to crawl
But then she stoned me to my core

She's comin
She's turning me on

And she's a good girl
She'll please your buddies
And she'll please your daddy
But she ain't your mommas type