Lyrics

Called your mother on her birthday Goddamn, couldn't think of things to say Knowing nothing but a big change, goddamn Washed it off on a suitcase And I partied down til the sun sets Walking off on a freeway Oh, what would happen if I stayed? Saw it all on a TV Keeping score with the one you get Wrote it all on a subway last night (I couldn't fall asleep) I told you I was nervous You wanted more for the hell of it Thought we could make a big scene Oh, what would happen if I stayed Being the bad girl? Being the bad girl Tearing up an apartment Making all that you couldn't get Driving down to New Orleans Spending all of my cigarettes Falling off into silence Knowing all I could say to you I wanted to fight it I wanted to let it go I'm tearing up an apartment Making all that you couldn't get Driving down to New Orleans Spending all of my cigarettes Being the bad girl Being the bad, bad girl Being the bad girl
Writer(s): Dick Wagner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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