Bad

We met, we smiled, I put my arm around you. The camera flashed and it was over. My face, was flushed, you turned and walked away but in my pocket was your number.
And I’m thinking, who’s that girl who smiles and hides at the same time. I really think she’s got issues. The way she looks at me I can tell what her kiss brings. And if I taste her pain is that a crime?

That night, we’re upstairs in my room and I’m trying to ply you with champagne and caviar. But you just wrinkle up your face, won’t get off second base. I’m tripping on how strong you are.

Woah my toes start dancing when you kiss me. You pulled me down and I like it. Hang my head and it explodes and I know something’s hit me. You make me want to be bad.

I am the monkey behind glass, turn on the lights, have a laugh. Get up you filthy thing and dance. And you would come across the sea and give me kisses that would speak of the seven lonely oceans.

Who are you to smile and hide at the same time? I really like your issues. The way you look at me I can tell what your kiss brings.