bad guy – clean

White shirt… now red from hot Cheetos,

sleepin’… you’re on your tippy toes,

sneakin’… around like no one knows,

think you’re so typical.

Trouble… finds me when I’m with you,

don’t say… thank you or please I do

what I… want when I’m wanting to

my soul – so cynical.

So you’re a tough guy,

like to call my bluff guy,

just can’t get enough guy,

chest always so puffed guy.

I’m that bad type,

make your mama sad type,

make your best friend uptight,

might outsmart your dad type,

I’m the bad guy… duh.

I’m the bad guy…

I like… it when you steal the show,

even… if you know that you don’t,

owe me… I’ll let you play the role,

I’ll be… dramatic though.

My mo…mmy likes to sing along,

with me… but she won’t sing this song,

if she… reads all the lyrics

she’ll pity… the friends I know.

So you’re a tough guy,

like to call my bluff guy,

just can’t get enough guy,

chest always so puffed guy.

I’m that bad type,

make your mama sad type,

make your best friend uptight,

might outsmart your dad type,

I’m the bad guy… duh.

I’m the bad guy…     duh

I’m only good at bein’ bad, bad.

    I like when you get mad,

I guess I’m pretty glad

that you’re alone.

You said she’s scared of me… I mean,

I don’t see what she sees but maybe it’s cuz I’m running my own show.

I’m a bad guy,

I’m, I’m a bad guy,

bad guy, bad guy,

I’m a bad…