| Girl you’ve never known no one like me
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| Up there in your high society
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| They might tell you I’m no good
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| Girl they need to understand
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| Just who I am
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| I may be a real bad boy
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| But baby I’m a real good man
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| I may drink too much and play too loud
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| Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd
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| That don’t mean I don’t respect
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| My Mama or my Uncle Sam
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| Yes sir, yes ma’am
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| I may be a real bad boy
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| But baby I’m a real good man
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| I might have a reckless streak
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| At least a country-mile wide
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| If you’re gonna run with me
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| It’s gonna be a wild ride
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| When it comes to loving you
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| I’ve got velvet hands
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| I’ll show you how a real bad boy
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| Can be a real good man
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| I take all the good times I can get
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| I’m too young for growing up just yet
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| Ain’t much I can promise you
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| 'Sept to do the best I can
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| I’ll be damned
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| I may be a real bad boy
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| But baby I’m a real good man
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| I may be a real bad boy
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| Oh but baby I’m a real good man
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| Yes I am |