Those pretty girls turn heads,
But, my girl, she breaks necks.

She's nasty and rude
With a badass attitude.
She's got great taste in music
And when she dances, hell, I totally lose it.

She may not be dressed in frills and lace
But she's cool and got an Angel's face.
Don't let her fool you, she isn't a saint;
She's a warrior, black lipstick's her war paint.

She's sexy and angry and loud,
Sometimes she's a mystery but she's definitely not proud.
Sure and hotter than hell,
Come on now, it ain't hard to tell.

Those pretty girls,
They turn heads.
But,
My Girl,
She breaks necks.