It's driving me mad I want you so bad I want you so bad, babe She's so heavy Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy You know I want you so bad Yeah, she's so heavy

Knowin' that bad guys tell mad lies? (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? (And why do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?) Why do (good girls) like bad guys Hey yo boo, why do (good girls)

Shawty, heard you bad, word? So profane Somethin' like a bad, word, want your love Call me when you can, girl Goin' up, goin' down, in and out, turn around Love you the way you movin' now I might be insane, yeah But I love the pain, yeah Feel it in the

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

I want you bad! I want you, I want you, But you got me thinking maybe, just maybe, I don't know what to do! I'm in love with, Someone else's girl You, rock my world, But you're the one that I can't have, Girl, I want you bad!

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishing that she could stay Doesn't even know that I missed my plane Not a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A It was midnight in the middle of JFK Trying to take her mind off the fallin' rain

You're driving me wild, wild, wild Leave this blue neighborhood Never knew loving could hurt this good, oh And it drives me wild 'Cause when you look like that I've never ever wanted to be so bad, oh It drives me wild You're driving me wild (Wild, wild,

Ohh ohh ohh ohh We go hard or we go home We gon do this all night long We get freaky if you want ('Cause I'm a bad bitch) Who do you think you are? Na na na na (You're gonna love this)

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born