| When it’s cold outside, I got nowhere to hide |
| My baby’s cuttin' ties |
| Oh, I think I’d rather die |
| If I’m not in his arms, I can only do harm |
| Oh, I miss his touch |
| This is a lesson I shoulda learned |
| I been up to no good |
| 'Cause he don’t treat me like he should, no |
| I been up to no good |
| 'Cause he don’t treat me like he should |
| Yeah, I been up to no good |
| I’m no good, up to no good |
| I’m no good, up to no good |
| I’ll show you what you been missin' |
| I’m gon' be so forgivin' |
| All these other men I been kissin' |
| Show me more love than you been givin' |
| If I’m not in his arms, I can only do harm |
| Oh, I miss his touch |
| This is a lesson I shoulda learned |
| I been up to no good |
| 'Cause he don’t treat me like he should, no |
| I been up to no good |
| 'Cause he don’t treat me like he should |
| Yeah, I been up to no good |
| I’m no good, up to no good |
| I’m no good, up to no good |
| I show you what you been missin' |
| I show you what you been missin' |
| Yeah, I been up to no good |