Bad Together

I was under the impression
It was a mutual connection
But I guess I learned my lesson
Thought I got over my obsession
Now that I'd moved onto the next one
Guess I ain't going to heaven

Confessing my sins to a professional
Do I call a priest, go to a confessional
Thoughts impure and unethical
Did I doom my soul past redeemable

In my head
You're the one holding me
Kissin him instead
Your name on my lips while he's gripping my hips
God you got me on my knees
Cause in my head
Hands are all over me
But I'm in his bed
While he's touching my skin I ain't thinking of him
God look what you do to me

Ooh I'm aware I'm no saint
But I wish I had some fucking restraint
Got such an unholy taste
Ooh I'm aware I'm no saint
But I wish I had some fucking restraint
Got such an unholy taste

We are starting to get serious
But I keep missing that intimate
Dirty aspect
(ohhh)
I keep wishing I was virtuous
Cuz I'm the one hurting us
But I'm insatious
Noooo

Confessing my sins to a professional
Do I call a priest, go to a confessional
Ouuuh
Thoughts impure and unethical
Did I doom my soul past redeemable

In my head
You're the one holding me
Kissin him instead
Your name on my lips while he's gripping my hips
God you got me on my knees
Cause in my head
Hands are all over me
But I'm in his bed
While he's touching my skin I ain't thinking of him
God look what you do to me

Ooh I'm aware I'm no saint
But I wish I had some fucking restraint
Got such an unholy taste
Ooh I'm aware I'm no saint
But I wish I had some fucking restraint
Got such an unholy taste

A good guy could treat me better
But I want us to be bad together
Always had a thing for the hidden
The little bit taboo and forbidden
A good guy could treat me better
But I want us to be bad together
Always had a thing for the hidden
The little bit taboo and forbidden

Ooh I'm aware I'm no saint
But I wish I had some fucking restraint
Got such an unholy taste



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Haugland, Myrna Braza, Pernille Wensel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link