"Bad Guy"
(originally by Billie Eilish)
White shirt now red, my bloody nose
Sleepin ', you're on your tippy-toes
Creepin' around like no one knows
Think you're so criminal
Bruises on both my knees for you
Don't say thank you or please
I do what I want when I'm wanting to
My soul? So cynical
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 tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy
Duh
Her is the party
Her is the rumba and it turns on
At the disco (At the disco, yeh)
On top of the table, baby
They say that Cupid was shot
Do not talk about love because it has no use, no
An angel who cut off her wings'
She is good, but she is very bad It
sure makes you suffer
But it is la que me gusta a mi
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 tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy
I'm a bad
I'm a bad
I'm a bad guy
Ooh, I'm a bad guy, ayy
I'm a bad
I'm a bad
I 'ma bad guy
Ooh, I'm a bad guy, ayy
