To Be So Bad

Me and Mrs. Jones
I missed her replay
My brain is scattered
I don't know what to say
Get away American woman
Don't need your ghetto scenes
I didn't stutter
Get the hell away from me

You can blame it on the alcohol
You think you can rub it in
You can go all night long
God it feels so good
To be so bad

Go walk right over there
Take her home by the hills
I don't care they stare
Just need another taste of her lips
And I don't think
Either one of us
Has another say let's learn to walk
Before we run

I can blame it on the alcohol
I think I can rub it in
I can go all night long
God it feels so good
To be so bad

I think I try to do my best
But really didn't want to
Whispered I'm getting undressed
So meet me in the green room

Can blame it on the alcohol
I think I can rub it in
We can go all night long
God it feels so good
To be so bad
To be so bad