Got It Bad

Got It Bad We could be on a park bench Make it make sense in the middle of a crowded room We could be 30K up, up in black skies Make the skies shake and watch it go boom Boy, you're no good, make my heart ache Why's the wrong thing gotta feel so damn great? Oh no, he's just no good for me That boy is trouble Yeah, he's trial, charge and wanted That boy is trouble Yeah, his call girls haunt him That boy is trouble Lets his lies do the talkin' That boy is trouble Like a dead man walkin' I've got it bad, so bad I've got it bad, so bad We could be under street lamps in a rainstorm in the middle of a dirty fight Let it pour now, tearin' me down You're so left-field, but you feel so damn right Your devilish eyes, you whisper like wine Your tongue is like sin, you always get in Oh no, he's just no good for me That boy is trouble Yeah, he's trial, charge and wanted That boy is trouble Yeah, his call girls haunt him That boy is trouble Lets his lies do the talkin' That boy is trouble Like a dead man walkin' I've got it bad, so bad I've got it bad, so bad I've got it bad, so bad I've got it bad, so bad I've got it bad, I got it bad I got it bad, I got it bad