Creeping ’round like a criminal Keeping score, well, that’s phenomenal Aren’t you sick and tired of playing? Don’t you wish I’d stop saying this? So you’re a tough guy, like it rough, guy Can’t get enough guy Yeah, you’re the bad type Definitely the mad type Won’t impress your dad type Yeah, you’re the bad guy Bloody knuckles, bruised, I’m bleeding I can’t breathe, I’m suffocating Won’t you look me in the eye? Say you’d give it one more try Yeah, you’re the bad guy I like when you get mad I guess I kinda like it like that Yeah, I like to act bad I hate to see you sad You can’t see what I see But I can still smell your cologne Look at me when you talk Your eyes can’t look away I don’t know what else to say Except I like when you get mad You can’t see what I see Maybe that’s because I can’t leave I like when you get mad Aren’t you glad you can’t see what I see? ’Cause honestly, it’d only make you mad Look at me when you talk Your eyes can’t look away I don’t know what else to say Except I like when you get mad
