Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

Love yuh bad Girl ya good body drive me mad Swear to God Baby you are my love for life My queen, my wife, my barbie doll Drive me mad Pay fi you visa

I need tints (windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I can't be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip And it's no good for me, it's so good for them I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick They won't see

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy! I can't help it I like to party, it's genetic! It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go Where she stops, nobody knows A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you You, you, you, you Alright sir Sure I'll have another one

Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning Said, "goodbye, baby." You left with no warning Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on

Don't be the reason Easy for a good girl to go bad And once we gone (gone) Best believe we've gone forever You better learn how to treat us right 'Cause onces a good girl goes bad We gone forever We stay moving around, solo Ask us where you at, we don't

So you lookin' for a good man To hold you with some good hands I heard you lookin' for a good man Somebody get you through the bad land Just like you know your southern stars always gonna come back out I’ll give you everything I got like nobody else 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

Anything goes The world has gone mad today And good's bad today And black's white today And day's night today When most guys today That women prize today Are just silly gigolos So though I'm not a great romancer

You're good at being bad You're bad at being good For heaven's sakes go to hell And the peaches and the mangos You could sell for me What do you think my brain is made for Is it just a container for the mind This great grey matter Sensei replied what is