She left her house with just the clothes on her back
And her tattoos, pretty tattoos
She plays it cool for being such a hot mess
Little angel, little devil
She's got that look and keeps the wrong kind of friends
In her bubble, making trouble
Want her to be the best mistake in my past
Play with fire, burn me fire
Can't help but stare into a flame
Mesmerizing what she tames
Giver her everything she needs
To be my best mistake
To be my next mistake
To be my worst mistake
To be my last mistake
Sexy red lipstick on her cigarettes
And that wine glass, in that black dress
She's got that something that you just want to get
Get it on you, is what I'm into
High heels hold up her legs that reach to the sky
Like a scraper, a mover-shaker
She could raise the dead with only a smile
There's an army, of her zombies
Can't help but stare into her flame
Mesmerizing what she tames
Giver her everything she needs
To be my best mistake
To be my next mistake
To be my worst mistake
To be my last mistake
Make no mistake
Can't help but stare into her flame
Mesmerizing what she tames
Give her everything, give her everything
Give her everything, everything she needs
To be my next mistake
To be my worst mistake
To be my last, my last...
To be my best mistake
To be my next mistake
To be my worst mistake yeah
To be my last... mistake
Sexy red lipstick on her cigarettes
And that wine glass, in that black dress
I'll gladly be her casualty if she would let me be
Her best mistake, best mistake, best mistake
Wow! Best mistake... Oh... Oh-yeah