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!

I wish it didn't have to be so bad But I'd play with fire to break the ice And I'd play with a nuclear device Is it something I'll regret? Why do I want what I can't get? Let's take the boat out on the bay Forget your job for just one day It might be

That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill That's rock bottom, when you want something bad enough to steal That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here 'Cause you mad enough to scream but you're sad enough to tear

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!

But you belong to somebody else I know you really, really want it Both, wanna be together But we can't act on it 'Cause you belong to somebody else To somebody else How bad we both want it Yeah I know Fuck our logic seize the moment

Have you ever wanted someone Have you ever needed someone so bad, yeah Did you ever try so hard That your world just fell apart Have you ever needed someone so bad You just couldn't have It's a game I just can't win Why save your kisses for a rainy day

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

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...

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

They want that paper out here Enough to come and take what's on your plate out here Enough to have somebody take your place out here Fuckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea It ain't safe to leave the house Fuck around 'round here These