| When you believe in a feeling
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| And it’s holding you back from my love
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| Then you’ve got it bad girl, you’ve got it bad girl
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| When you insist on excluding
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| The tenderness that’s in my kiss
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| Then you’ve got it bad girl, you’ve got it bad girl
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| If you try to display an emotion
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| That will contradict itself
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| You will find your heart just sitting
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| Like a statue on a shelf, on a shelf, on a shelf
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| Should you depend on an outlet
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| Through which an escape can be found
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| Then you’ve got it bad girl, you’ve got it bad girl
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| If you don’t see there’s no way out
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| Just no way of getting around me
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| Then you’ve got it bad girl, you’ve got it bad girl
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| Yes, you know the plans I am making
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| Are intended to capture you
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| So you practice false reactions
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| To delay the things I do, the things I do
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| Things I do, foolish you
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| You’ve got it bad girl, you’ve got it bad
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| There’s no reward in detouring
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| My deep sincerity
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| Especially since what you’re feeling
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| Is perfectly clear to me, clear to me, clear to me
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| Before you discover the feeling
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| You’ve tried very hard to hide
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| You’ve got it bad girl, you’ve got it bad girl
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| But when you can find just a small space
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| To let my love live in your mind
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| Then you’ll have it good girl, you’ll
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| Have it good girl |