Threesome trying to have a threesome Mona Lisa, Lisa Moanin' Got some drinks and some motherfucking refer blowing I tell her fuck with me and you could be something Yo girl so bad I want the threesome Look at my watch 'bout three somethin' Fuck with me

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!

Just give me a chance I want to give you my love touch I didn't mean to be bad That you ever had To let me show you how much Oh, baby, I don't know why But somehow I always seem to Get tangled up in my pride

Fly...learn to 'Cause I'm a liar, I conspired, I'm a liar... Fly...wait to Father, tell me somethin' Where do bad men go when they die? And mother says you'll go there but Wings for her and I and I don't mind Cause I have always wanted to learn to...

You want some me so bad Come get this body Say you looking for someone that'll last I know you looking for someone that'll last Don't be faking, faking, no Right Now Sound

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!

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

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)

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

I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way Days would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Some of the things I haven't told you Your mom and me just couldn't get along And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll