They're climbin' up the social ladder just to get to You
They're stone throwin', Bible totin' debutantes from Hell
In need of 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 devil's angels, and that's a fact
They're good, good girls gone bad
They've sinned and found Heaven, And Daddy's kinda lack
Showed up to church in a hiked up skirt
And a big ol', brand new rack
They're God fearin', good cookin' 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 their 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 devil's angels, and that's a fact
They're good, good girls gone bad
Hoo!
C'mon!
Wolves in sheep's clothes runnin' in packs
They give that Judas kiss, then stab you in your back
The 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 Saint Peter can't get mad at
Good, good girls gone bad
They're devil's angles, and that's a fact
That's right
Good, good girls gone bad
