Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandy Clark
Acoustic Guitar
Shane McAnally
Background Vocals
Morgane Stapleton
Background Vocals
Dave Roe
Bass
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Forest Whitehead
Guitar
Jay Joyce
Guitar
Rob McNeiley
Guitar
John Deadrick
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessie Jo Dillon
Songwriter
Shane McAnally
Songwriter
Brandy Clark
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caleb Vanbuskirk
Assistant Engineer
Paul Cossette
Assistant Engineer
Jay Joyce
Producer
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
When you took me home
You knew who you were taking
Not some Debbie Debutant
Standing in an apron, fryin' up your bacon
My house and my mouth
And my mind get kinda trashy
I've never been to jail
But hell, I wouldn't put it past me
So, if you want the girl next door
Some Virgin Mary metaphor
Your cardboard cut-out on the wall
Your paper or your Barbie doll
With perfect hair and perfect dress
I'm really just the perfect mess
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more
So, baby if you want the girl next door
Then go next door and go right now
And don't look back, don't turn around
And don't call me when you get bored
Yeah, if you want the girl next door
Then go next door
Sorry I ain't sorry
But I ain't your Marsha Brady
If I ever met her
I bet she'd probably hate me
'Cause you'd wanna date me
My heart and my head
And my bed can get real twisted
And you wouldn't be the first
To think you're gonna go and fix it
So, if you want the girl next door
Some Virgin Mary metaphor
Your cardboard cut-out on the wall
Your paper or your Barbie doll
With perfect hair and perfect dress
I'm really just the perfect mess
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more
So, baby if you want the girl next door
Then go next door and go right now
And don't look back, don't turn around
And don't call me when you get bored
Yeah, if you want the girl next door
Then go next door
The thing that turns you on
Is what you'll wanna change
But you have a better chance
Of slowing down a train
If you want the girl next door
Some Virgin Mary metaphor
Your cardboard cut-out on the wall
Your paper or your Barbie doll
With perfect hair and perfect dress
I'm really just the perfect mess
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more
So, baby if you want the girl next door
Then go next door and go right now
And don't look back, don't turn around
And don't call me when you get bored
Yeah, if you want the girl next door
Then go next door
Writer(s): Shane Mcanally, Jessie Jo Dillon, Brandy Clark
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