A Bad Taste

I should have listen to my momma
When she told me, "son, that girl's gotta go" (go, go, go)
But I love the way she loves me
And the way that she loves turns me on
You didn't want me when I needed you
So don't you start loving me now (now, now, now)
When I see you I can't help
But think I'd love to lay you down

I've got a bad taste in women
A problem with my drinkin'
A lot of I don't knows
And what the hell were you thinkin'
Son, you've got a bad habit
That's no good for your soul
You need a woman with a heart
And not the one that you stole

I've got a bad taste in women
A problem with my drinkin'
A lot of I don't knows
And what the hell were you thinkin'
Son, you've got a bad habit
That's no good for your soul
You need a woman with a heart, son
And not the one that you stole

Mother (mother)
Tell your daughter not to walk my way (way, way)
Tell your daughter not to hear my words
What they mean, what they say, mother
Here I am, I came to rock you like a hurricane (hurricane, hurricane)
And there I go (go, go)
There I go playing the stars again (again, again)

I've got a bad taste in women
A problem with my drinkin'
A lot of I don't knows
And what the hell were you thinkin'
Son, you've got a bad habit
That's no good for your soul
You need a woman with a heart
And not the one that you stole

I've got a bad taste in women
A problem with my drinkin'
A lot of I don't knows
And what the hell were you thinkin'
Son, you've got a bad habit
That's no good for your soul
You need a woman with a heart, son
And not the one that you stole

Stole, stole
Stole, stole