Bad Guy

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 type Might seduce your dad type So, do you lips you want to taste Been told to stay away You just can't help yourself, You keep on coming back to chase Something you shouldn't have And now you're feeling bad I thought you knew better You're at my door again I'm bracing for impact, yeah I'm ready for the crash I know your personality, I threw it in the trash. But you keep on coming back You don't care how I react. See you begging on your knees, and baby, no, I don't feel bad. Falling, got no parachute Just like Adam, with forbidden fruit These stupid boys are all out here chasing all the hind But they don't understand that I'm not what they want. I'm the bad guy. Duh.