Lyrics Too Bad You're No Good - Trisha Yearwood

Too Bad You're No Good

Sittin' here thinkin'
'Bout you and me
It’s a cryin' shame
'cause it’s plain to see
You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
Too bad you’re no good
You smile like an angel
Lie like a rug
You wouldn’t change if you could
'Cause it’s in your blood
You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
Too bad you’re no good
Midnight knockin'
You’re droppin'
Around trash talkin'
And stalkin' me down
Better watch out
When you play that game
I got a thirty-eight special
On a forty-five frame
Call the preacher
Call the police
With a man like you
It’s famine or feast
You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
Too bad you’re no good
Well, I talked to your mother
She knows I tried
I talked to your brother
He was on my side
But the hardest thing
To comprehend
Is if I had it to do over
I’d do it again
Oh call the preacher
Call the police
With a man like you
It’s famine or feast
You make me love you so bad, bad, bad
Too bad you’re no good