Bad Attitude

The bar you frequent on the other side of town

Where you don’t care who hears you and you talk really loud.

You think you’re taking someone home, and you’re scanning the room.

Best hope you’re not trying the girl with the bad attitude.

You step outside of the building, and you’re bumming a smoke.

You’ve got a rich daddy, but you’re still pretending you’re broke.

You step back in and misogyny just starts to pour out.

She’ll try to hold it all together but she won’t watch her mouth.

‘Cause no one gives a damn if you think that she’s rude.

Yeah,

I love her apathy.

I love her bad attitude.

She’s got a bad attitude.

She’s got a bad attitude.

Turns out your plead for company only results in a laugh

She says “you’re not very impressive, and you sure aren’t a catch.”

Taking rejection ain’t your forte, but boy let me tell you.

You know if you were her, you’d also have a bad attitude.

You ask the girl to hear you out, say you’re just being real.

Frustration pulsing through her, she says “are you fucking for real?

I see a million of you daily and I’m not in the mood.

Think you’re the first sorry case that I’ve seen in this room?”

‘Cause no one gives a damn if you think that she’s rude.

Yeah,

I love her apathy.

I love her bad attitude.

She’s got a bad attitude.

She’s got a bad attitude.

She tells me everything that happened. We’re both laughing at you.

I fell in love with the girl with the bad attitude.