Bad Boy Songtext
von Krissy Matthews

Well I′m walking down the street, feeling pretty sweet
A 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
I′m feeling kind of bad, because she′s cold and sad

You've got to work for a living
You′ve got to fend for yourself
You've got to forget
About everyone 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 some place to go
I got my girl by my side, really satisfied
When we come to a crash, what a crazy clash
People lying on the ground, making no sound
I should have stopped to help, but I kept on going
Feeling kind of sick, like a selfish dick

You've got to work for a living
You′ve got to fend for yourself
You've got to forget
About everyone 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, throwing me a pass
Jumps in front of the train, and there goes his brain
There ain't much left, maybe he was in debt
There wasn′t anything I could have done
But I felt quite down, ′cause he's no longer around


You′ve got to work for a living
You've got to fend for yourself
You′ve got to forget
About everyone 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, bad, bad, bad, bad boy?