I wanna throw my hands up high And forget who I used to be And get a taste of your luxury You don't wanna cry tears with me (tears) You just wanna keep sighin' (sighin') Sometimes I wonder if you're bad for me (you're bad) But that's what keeps me

So why do I feel so sad? Things must change So it shouldn't be so bad By now I should know that in time Friends we've been for so long Now true colors are showing Makes me wanna cry, oh yes it does 'Cause I have to say goodbye How can I adjust to the way

Do what you wanna do Who to sock it to I can't tell you It's your thing (It's your thing) And if you want me to love you, maybe I will I need you woman, it ain't no big deal You need lovin' just as bad as I do, now Make's me no difference now, who you

I'm so good that I'm so bad I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever had Cause you ain't never met nobody like me And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite, so! I can hold you in the morning But in the evening I

Is it ever gonna be enough I remember when we we're gambling to win Everybody else said better luck next time I don't wanna bend, let the bad girls bend I just wanna be your friend More and more, more and more, more and more and more and more All the

This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be With my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up I

Now I'm not really one for drinking songs but Don't wanna think about you right now Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 'Cause if I did, it would be damn bad And I'd show up at your house I was screaming at your door Saying "what the fuck is wrong with you?" I thought

Maybe I ain't working enough So why you wanna love me so bad Why you wanna love me so bad Haven’t you heard about my miserable past Critical past Pitiful past I swear no matter what I touch it breaks So I no longer wanna see your face I got the worst

We were wannabe rebels that didn't have a clue In our rock n roll tee shirts and our typically bad attitudes Had no excuses for the things that we'd done We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly Man I don't know where the time goes Young, young But

Where trouble is Hop into a cab Feeling a little bit crazy I'm gonna see, I'm gonna be Feeling like I wanna be bad a few more sins off of my list If you're looking for me Trouble is a Friday night When I'm feeling lonely