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)

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

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

Tell me to slow down if I'm goin' fast, girl I know you want me to sweat you I might undress you and run you a bath, girl 'Cause you've been a bad girl Girl, I still fuck with you even though you've been a bad girl You've been a bad girl I wanna teach

We don't stand a chance In this wild romance, my tender heart Maybe it's wiser to walk away and love again With my tender heart. In this wild romance, oh it hurts so bad Knowing that I'm not the one you want I can't hold on to my tender heart Every night

Hoo-ee baby hoo-ee Had no lovin' since you know when You know I love you, yes I do And I'm savin' all my lovin' just for you Need your lovin' and I need it bad Baby won't you give your love to me Eeny meeny miney mo Yes it means I'm in love again Just

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

If you're gonna do it, do it right (right) Do it with me Baby, I'm your man Call me good Call me bad Call me anything you want to baby But I know that you're sad And I know I'll make you happy

When you know I can't love You love, love, love When you know I can't love you All 'cause you love, love, love Well, maybe I'm a crook for stealing your heart away Yeah, maybe I'm a crook for not caring for it Yeah, maybe I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad person

Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Ah, it's tough