[Intro: High-energy fiddle riff, sliding steel guitar, steady driving beat] [Verse 1] [Fast, rhythmic, clear country vocal with a smirk] Nobody ever sings about the bad girls, Because the bad girls are sad. And everybody sings about the good girls, Because the good girls are glad. 'Til you've been around 'em once or twice, You can't tell the naughty from the nice. [Interlude: Fast-paced fiddle breakdown, steel guitar accenting the beats] [Chorus] [Fiddle screeching, heavy steel guitar licks] [Layered harmony on the chorus, energetic and bright] There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl. They’re not to blame. Mother Eve was very, very good, But even she raised Cain. I know a preacher’s daughter, Who never orders water. There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl, They’re all the same! [Interlude: Fast-paced fiddle breakdown, steel guitar accenting the beats] [Verse 2] [Vocals punchy and playful] I had a dream I went to see the devil, There was the devil to pay. He said, "I’m awfully busy on the level." I said, "The devil you say! Why are you so busy, tell me why?" He replied and winked his other eye: [Chorus] [Full band energy, driving beat, harmonized chorus] There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl. They’re not to blame. Though they seem like angels in a dream, They’re naughty just the same. They read the Good Book Sunday, And snappy stories Monday. There’s a little bit of bad in every good little girl, They’re all the same. [Outro] [Staccato fiddle ending, final steel guitar wail] [Vocal ad-lib with a twang: "Yes they are!"] [Fade out on quick acoustic strumming]
