Bad Guy - The Weeks

White shirt now red, my bloody nose

Sleeping, you’re on your tippy-toes

Creeping around like no one knows

Think I’m so criminal

Bruises on both my knees for you

Don’t say thank you or please, I do

What I want when I’m wanting to

My soul?

So cynical

So you’re a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can’t get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I’m that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I’m the bad guy, duh

I’m the bad guy

I like it when you take control

Even if you know that you don’t

Own me, I’ll let you play the role

I’ll be your animal

My mommy likes to sing along

With me, but she won’t sing this song

If she reads all the lyrics

She’ll pity the men I know

So you’re a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can’t get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I’m that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I’m the bad guy, duh

I’m the bad guy, duh

I’m only good at being bad

I like when you get mad

I guess I’m pretty glad that you’re alone

You said she’s scared of me?

I mean

I don’t see what she sees, but maybe it’s 'cause you’re wearing your cologne, oh

I’m a bad guy

I’m a bad

I’m a bad guy

I’m a bad