Bad Kind

[Intro] [syncopated clean electric guitar, tight drum kit enters] [Verse 1] [rhythmic male vocals] Yeah You look like trouble, trouble I like the bad kind The type I gotta tell my mama about the kind I don't bring home [Chorus] [full band enters, layered vocals] You look like trouble, trouble I like the bad kind The type I gotta tell my mama about the kind I don't bring home You look like trouble [Verse 2] [bass guitar becomes more melodic] You're the bad kind, heart on the line Kissing in the dark where we cross that sign Can't say no when you look my way I lose my mind every time you stay You're the bad kind, I can't resist Angel on your lips every time we kiss I know I should run but I just rewind 'Cause I only fall for the bad kind [Chorus] [driving drum beat] You look like trouble (trouble), trouble (trouble) I like the bad kind (the bad kind) The type I gotta tell my mama about the kind I don't bring home (Don't bring home) You look like trouble (trouble), trouble (trouble) The type I gotta tell my mama about the kind I don't bring home [Post-Chorus] [guitar riffing] You look like trouble, trouble You look like trouble I like the bad kind (the bad kind) The type I gotta tell my mama about the kind I don't bring home You look like trouble, trouble You look like trouble I like the bad kind The type I gotta tell my mama about the kind I don't bring home [Bridge] [drums drop to a simpler pattern, filtered guitar] You move like fire, fire Burning through the good sense in my head Lighting up the parts I keep in red Yeah, you move like fire, fire Playing with the limits I outgrew Making every broken rule feel new, yeah You move like fire, fire Whispering the things I shouldn't hear Turning every no into a yes, my dear Yeah, you move like fire, fire And I know I'm gonna pay in time But I keep you close and call it mine [Chorus] [half-time feel on drums, then back to full energy] You look like trouble, trouble I like the bad kind The type I gotta tell my mama about the kind I don't bring home You look like trouble, trouble The type I gotta tell my mama about the kind I don't bring home [Outro] [guitar fades with staccato chords] You look like trouble Trouble