Bad Bad You, Bad Bad Me

You look so dainty darlin' Crossin' over the road To where the taxis wait in line You move like violence darlin' You're stubborn as they get me everytime So come on over darlin' And bring those magazines And show me which ones your favourite floor And bad bad you, bad bad me Is all we'll be left with, anyway Your songs don't come so easy And lines are gettin, shorter everytime And your heart beats so quickly I hear it moving in the night, you like So sneak on over darlin' And bring those magazines And show me which ones your favorite floor Coz Bad Bad You, Bad Bad Me, Is all we'll be left with, anyway So come on over Darlin' And bring those magazines And show me which ones your favorite floor Coz bad bad you, bad bad me Is all we'll be left with, anyway Yes bad bad you, bad bad me Is all we'll be left with, anyway

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