Now she's going out every evening
Out to the picture show
I asked her what was showin'
She said,"I don't even know"
Bad Love, Bad Love and misery
I'm getting sick and tired of all this secrecy
She came back in the morning
Her hair was all a mess
Her hips they was a shakin'
She even had on another dress
Bad Love, Bad Love and misery
I'm getting sick and tired of all this secrecy
She don't want no more lovin'
She don't even know the reason why
I asked her why she's lyin'
And then she broke right down and started to cry
Bad Love, Bad Love and misery
I'm getting sick and tired of all this secrecy
