| I need love, baby, so do you
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| Don’t be mean to your bad man
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| Rock’n’roll is a lot like you
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| A beautiful thing you can see right through
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| And I’m too far gone to be singin' blue
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| I’m like a madman
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| Step right into my junky car
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| Don’t be mean to your bad man
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| And we’ll boogie on out to a drinkin' bar
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| Then I’ll take you home to my sugar jar
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| I got a nasty habit, a bad guitar
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| I’m like a madman
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| Don’t be mean to your bad man
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| Don’t you want to be a bad girl too?
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| Well, I could make your strangest dreams come true
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| I know your daddy’s flipped but I ain’t through
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| We got so many things to do
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| Well, I can’t see why you wanna make such a terrible fuss
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| Don’t be mean to your bad man
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| Your big blue eyes are telling me you must
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| Aren’t you takin' it all too serious?
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| I know you’re just fifteen and you’re a walking bust
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| And I’m a madman
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| Don’t be mean to your bad man
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| You can trust in your bad man
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| Don’t be mean to your bad man
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| Don’t be mean to your bad man
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| You can trust in your bad man
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| Don’t be mean to your bad man |