So Bad, So Bad

I wonder how you get so bad, so bad

So hurtfully mad

So nice So light

In crossing my sight

So bad, so bad

So hauntfully bad

Sometimes, sometimes

I want it so bad

You've got my number, don't you?

I love when you get mad, get mad

I worship your head

You say, I'm there

I'm always ahead

So bad, so bad

I want it so bad

Sometimes, sometimes

I want you to spend

Like you got a hold on me

Don't get me wrong, my Miss Sympathy

If so, I'm begging officially

I don't know God, but for you I'd pray

If so, just say and I'm outta your way

We get so sad, so sad

So hurtfully sad, when you got another thing to do

And I got nothing at all

But sit and thinking of you