Got It Bad

Got It Bad
We could be on a park bench
Make it make sense in the middle of a crowded room
We could be 30K up, up in black skies
Make the skies shake and watch it go boom
Boy, you're no good, make my heart ache
Why's the wrong thing gotta feel so damn great?
Oh no, he's just no good for me

That boy is trouble
Yeah, he's trial, charge and wanted
That boy is trouble
Yeah, his call girls haunt him
That boy is trouble
Lets his lies do the talkin'
That boy is trouble
Like a dead man walkin'
I've got it bad, so bad
I've got it bad, so bad
We could be under street lamps in a rainstorm in the middle of a dirty fight
Let it pour now, tearin' me down
You're so left-field, but you feel so damn right
Your devilish eyes, you whisper like wine
Your tongue is like sin, you always get in
Oh no, he's just no good for me
That boy is trouble
Yeah, he's trial, charge and wanted
That boy is trouble
Yeah, his call girls haunt him
That boy is trouble
Lets his lies do the talkin'
That boy is trouble
Like a dead man walkin'

I've got it bad, so bad
I've got it bad, so bad
I've got it bad, so bad
I've got it bad, so bad
I've got it bad, I got it bad
I got it bad, I got it bad