Bad Money
Well, how thirsty could you really be?
I said, I give you a number, one to twenty-three
She tastes like she is gonna be bad for me
Well, my lover, I’m thirsty
But you are the sea
Well, how wicked could you really be?
I said, I worship wild women, just you wait and see
She looks like she is gonna be bad for me
Welcome the fever now, I’m shaking
Shaking at the knees
If you wanna run
Run away with me
Bonnie baby, Clyde
Bad money
If you gotta fall
Fall in love with me
Buried side by side
Be ruled
By bad money
Wear my heart out, slave to the sea
All them pretty fishes cat-calling me
I know I’m probably gonna be bad for you
Old dogs, new tricks, sugar
What can I do?
If you wanna run
Run away from me
Bonnie baby, Clyde,
Bad money
If you gotta fall
Fall apart with me
Buried side by side
Be ruined by bad money
If you wanna run
Run away with me
Bonnie baby, Clyde
Bad money
If you gotta fall
Fall in love with me
Buried side by side
With you
And bad money
