Zips up his leather jacket
Puts out his cigarette
He's all, 'hey, baby, what's your name, I don't think we've met'
Leans in a little closer
So he can whisper in my ear
'this place is getting kind of tired, whatcha say we get outta here?'

All the bad boys
Are looking for a good time
Catch 'em looking my way
Baby, I'm not that kind
They don't know how to have fun
Without losing their minds
They don't know how to have a good time, good time, good time

I'd spot 'em back in high school
Smoking in the parking lot
All experts in indulgence
and not getting caught
It felt cool to flirt with danger
Til they flirt with all your friends
Break their phone because they're wasted
And never call again

All the bad boys
Are looking for a good time
Catch 'em looking my way
Baby, I'm not that kind
They don't know how to have fun
Without losing their minds
They don't know how to have a good time, good time, good time

When they get older they get haircuts
Start to look like men
They get bored and then get reckless
And that's where you come in

All the bad boys
Are looking for a good time
Catch 'em looking my way
Baby, I'm not that kind
I know how to have fun
Without losing my minds]
Yeah, I know how to have a good time, good time, good time


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