| Bodies without minds
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| I hear you’re the one with the bleeding heart
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| Blue and bittersweet
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| You tear my dreams apart
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| Cause I was born to be bad
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| I’m not sad
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| And I’m glad I did it
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| Born to be bad
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| I’m not sad, why don’t you all get with it
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| The damned don’t cry
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| Cry out when they’re betrayed
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| Bodies slam they scream
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| As the keynotes fade
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| Cause I was born to be bad
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| I’m not sad
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| And I’m glad I did it
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| Born to be bad
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| I’m not sad, why don’t you all get with it
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| I called my mother from Hollywood the other day
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| And I said «Mom, I just called to tell ya I joined a rock and roll band
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| And, uh, I won’t be coming home no more»
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| You know what she did?
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| She started crying and weeping and whimpering like all mothers do
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| She woke up my father and told him about it, he said
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| «There ain’t a damn thing we can do, that’s the way she is
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| Hey, you know she was just, uh, born to be bad»
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| I want you to bring me his ears
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| To satisfy my mad desires
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| And if he bites the dust
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| We’ll just have to miss my fire
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| Woo! |
| Yeah
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| Cause I was born to be bad
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| I’m not sad
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| And I’m glad I did it
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| Born to be bad
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| I’m not sad, why don’t you all get with it |