The Preacher's Daughter Lyrics

Little girl
You're my perfect angel
I'll make you want it so bad
I'll be the best that you've had
I wonder what your wife would think?

I can be yours for the night
She'll treat you right

The Preacher's daughter, a good girl
She's in church on every Sunday
But she's in the bushes Monday
The Preacher's daughter, a good girl

I'm strict, a man of the holy
But my girl don't act bad only
Once had a skirt above her knees
Come on, take it like a man
I want more than holding hands
These guys will learn some things from me
And you will see

I can be yours for the night
She'll treat you right

The Preacher's daughter, a good girl
She's in church on every Sunday
But she's in the bushes Monday
The Preacher's daughter, a good girl

She talks big and she likes to tease you
But she's only out to please you
The Preacher's daughter, a good girl