Bad
She said the truth was all she asked
well, that's a little too much for me
I dropped my eyes as she walks past
and where it leads? I guess we'll see.
'cause walking through a graveyard
is just like running through her head
and the one's that got too close to her?
she left them cold and dead
with her
Dirty little fingernails
and her dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
Said you're looking for a good time?
well, sugar, better leave this town
Said you're sick of walking straight lines?
Need somebody to drag you down
Well, I was sitting tight and lost my nerve
til you spoke those six little words
then I sank my teeth into you
and dragged you back from your herd
With your dirty little fingernails
and your dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
with her dirty little fingernails
and her dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
with her dirty little fingernails
and her dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
with herDirty little fingernails
and her dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
Bad, bad, bad.
well, that's a little too much for me
I dropped my eyes as she walks past
and where it leads? I guess we'll see.
'cause walking through a graveyard
is just like running through her head
and the one's that got too close to her?
she left them cold and dead
with her
Dirty little fingernails
and her dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
Said you're looking for a good time?
well, sugar, better leave this town
Said you're sick of walking straight lines?
Need somebody to drag you down
Well, I was sitting tight and lost my nerve
til you spoke those six little words
then I sank my teeth into you
and dragged you back from your herd
With your dirty little fingernails
and your dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
my baby is bad
with her dirty little fingernails
and her dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
with her dirty little fingernails
and her dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
with herDirty little fingernails
and her dark-brown, bloodshot eyes
and I'm trying hard not to lose myself
like sand after the tide
because my baby is bad
Bad, bad, bad.
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Writer(s): Kevin Richard Martin, Marc Veira
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