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There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talking trash but I never say anything
And the talking leads to touching
and the touching leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say,
"C'MERE!"
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
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There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleeping inside of you
and the talking leads to touching
and the touching leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I'd do the same thing
I get lonely too
And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news
You're bad news
Baby you're bad news
I don't care I like you
&you're bad news
I don't care I like you
I like you.