Bad Boy Songtext
von Krissy Matthews

Well i'm walking down the street, feeling pretty sweet.
Woman asks for a dollar, but i just can't follow.
I just walk on by, i've got a tear in my eye.
She's got nowhere to go but i just don't know.
If putting money in her pocket will help her at all.
Feeling a kind of baf because she's cold and sad.

Yo got to work for a living, fend for yourself.
You got to forget about anyone else.
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad bad boy?

Well i'm driving down the road, got someplace to go.
I got my girl by my side, really satisfied.
When we come to a crasn, what a crazy clash.
People lying on the ground, making no sound.
I should have stopped to help, but i kept on going.
Feeling a kind of sick like a selfish dick.


Yo got to work for a living, fend for yourself.
You got to forget about anyone else.
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad bad boy?

Standing at the station, waiting for my destination.
When a guy rushes past, going real fast.
Jumps in front of a train, there goes his brain.
There ain't much left, mayne he was in debt.
There wasn't anything that i could have done.
But i feld quite down, cause he's no longer around.

Yo got to work for a living, fend for yourself.
You got to forget about anyone else.
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad boy?
Does that make me a bad bad boy?