| She knew this love would break her heart
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| But rebellion always turned her on
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| She liked the dangerous type, pullin' stick up heists
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| Waitin' for him to come around so they could be alone
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| And she would say…
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| Bad Boy Clyde, you know you drive me wild
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| Put away your gun, why don’t you play with me?
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| Rollin' with your boys, you’re always on the run
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| For just this once, why can’t you stay with me?
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| She had a gut feeling, call it intuition
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| Wishing that it would subside
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| It’s just a day like any other, there’s no need to cause a fight
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| He has to go, his boys are counting on him, you know
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| Oh my my…
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| Bad Boy Clyde, you know you drive me wild
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| Put away your gun, why don’t you play with me?
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| Rollin' with your boys, you’re always on the run
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| For just this once, why can’t you stay with me?
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| Thinkin' about, thinkin' about the life that we have
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| You’re always on the run (you were always running around)
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| Thinkin' about what you take for granted
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| And if you cared about yourself, you’d let go baby
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| (The cycle never ends)
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| I love me, I love me some bad bad boys |