| Babe I got you bad
|
| Dreaming blood-wet dreams
|
| only madmen have
|
| Baby I got you bad
|
| I wish to God I never had
|
| And it makes me feel so sad,
|
| O, Baby I got you bad
|
| Yeah, Babe I got you bad
|
| I long for your kiss,
|
| for the turn of your mouth
|
| Your body is a long thing
|
| Heading South
|
| And I don’t know what I’m talking about
|
| All of my words have gone mad
|
| Ah, baby I got you bad
|
| Seasons have gone wrong
|
| And I lay me down in a bed of snow
|
| Darling, since you’ve been gone
|
| well my hands, they don’t know where to go And all of my teeth are bared,
|
| I got you so much I’m scared
|
| Ah, baby I got you bad
|
| With the sweep of my hand
|
| I undid all the plans
|
| that explode at the moment I kissed you
|
| on your small hot mouth
|
| and your caramel limbs
|
| that are hymns to the glory that is you.
|
| Look at me darlin' it’s sad sad sad
|
| Look at me darlin' it’s sad sad sad
|
| Baby I got you bad
|
| Smoke bilowing from the bridges
|
| and the rivers we swim in are boiling
|
| My hands are reaching for you everywhere
|
| but you’re not there, or you’re recoiling
|
| and a weary moon dangles from a cloud
|
| Oh honey, I know it’s not allowed
|
| To say I got you bad.
|
| I got you bad…
|
| I got you bad…
|
| I got you bad…
|
| (Repeat and fade) |