Bad Things

Mother always told me to be humble, kind
And to make good choices
But when it comes to you
I'm a selfish bitch who wants to do bad, bad things

I put your name on my bucket list
Right under "getting lit with Oprah down in Cancun"
"Steal a Porsche from the parking lot"
I need to cross that off before I get you in my bedroom

'Cause I got a special little place, I'm saving just for us
You wrote the book on being bad, so I'ma study up

I wanna do bad (bad), bad (bad) things to you
Cuff your hands to the bed (bed), bed (bed), have my way with you
If you don't break a sweat, you're not doing it right
I'm the nightmare that you want when you turn off the light
I do bad (bad), bad (bad), bad things to you

Listen, I'll use my nails to carve my name on your back (your back)
Call that a crazy bitch tat'
Let everybody know that, boy (let 'em know)
You off the market, yeah, I'm scooping you up
And now you're buying me lunch
Jerking to pics of my butt (you like that?)

My lips taste like Hennessy, I'm gonna be nasty
Baby, you taught me so well (so nasty)
I'm falling from grace, now let's go to fourth base
And I'll show you the sweet side of hell

'Cause I got a special little place, I'm saving just for us
You wrote the book on being bad, so I'ma study up

I wanna do bad (bad), bad (bad) things to you
Cuff your hands to the bed (bed), bed (bed), have my way with you
If you don't break a sweat, you're not doing it right
I'm the nightmare that you want when you turn off the light
I do bad (bad), bad (bad), bad things to you

(Bad, I wanna do bad)
(I wanna do bad, bad to you) turn off the light
(I wanna do bad) yeah
(I wanna do bad) baby
(I wanna do bad, bad to you) oh, yeah
(I wanna do bad) bad!
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad things



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Davis, Matthew Ferree, Zoe Moss, Nicole Timms
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