Bad for Me – Part 2 [Intro – Dirty blues guitar riff, Hammond organ, slow Southern groove] [Spoken Word] Did you think this story was over? … Come on, man! When a woman drives you this crazy… every time you’re together – damn! I need to shop once a week for clothes… salespeople think I must live with a bear! (Hahaha!) Well… she let me get some sleep… only because she had to go away for work! You can bet your ass she’ll be hungry when she gets back… and I’m not talking about food! [Verse 1] I pick her up at the airport. I’m thinking… “I’m ready… am I?” Holy shit, someone let the mongoose out of her cage! But this one’s mine, and she’s ready to rage! I watched her come through the arrival doors. She smiled, she ran at me, hit me so hard we both hit the floor! [Verse 2] We say at the same time, “I missed you so much!” She pulls back and says, “Are you rested?” I just smile and say, “What do you think? Let’s go test it!” We get up, she grabs my hand, don’t know where we’re going. She pulls me into the women’s bathroom. She’s not slowing! [Verse 3] She doesn’t care who’s in there, opens the stall door. “Oh hell, woman! Can’t we wait till we get home?” My pants drop to the floor! Man, I love this woman. She could suck a golf ball through a garden hose! Sorry, that’s a little too descriptive. Damn, now she’s making me curl my toes! [Verse 4] I lost track of time, forgot where I was, and didn’t care. Someone came in, heard two trapped wolverines, and ran out scared! We step out of the women’s bathroom like nothing had happened, with my big-ass smile. Thinking the day’s only begun, I whisper in her ear, “I love you. I know it’s been a short while.” [Verse 5] We exit the airport. I say, “I’m parked over there.” Little did I know she was lookin’ for another spot, so unaware! She pulls me almost out of my skin. I’m like, “What the hell?” Towards a phone booth, we get inside. That story I won’t tell! [Verse 6] All I can say is I’m glad the glass steamed up! Because damn, this woman’s crazy, can’t get enough! Finally get home, she puts her suitcase down, looks at my closet, and says, “I see you bought more clothes!” I grin! She comes over, gives me that look, you know the one, and says, “Where do we begin?” [Final Chorus – Powerful Southern Blues, Full Band] You’re bad for me, but you’re so damn good! Got me doing things I never thought I would! You steal my sleep, make me late for work, But one little smile and I’m going berserk! Yeah, you’re bad for me, everybody can see, But if this is trouble, baby, trouble’s fine with me! [Outro – Dirty Blues Guitar Solo, Hammond Organ, Slow Fade]
