| Song | Bad Bad You, Bad Bad Me |
| Artist | Stephen Fretwell |
| Album | Magpie |
| 作曲 : Stephen Fretwell | |
| You look so dainty darlin' | |
| Crossin' over the road | |
| To where the taxis wait in line | |
| You move like violence darlin' | |
| Your stubborn eyes they get me everytime | |
| So come on over darlin' | |
| And bring those magazines | |
| And show me which ones your favourite floor | |
| And bad bad you, bad bad me | |
| Is all we'll be left with, anyway | |
| Your songs don't come so easy | |
| And lines are gettin, shorter everytime | |
| And your heart beats so quickly | |
| I hear it moving in the night, you like | |
| So sneak on over darlin' | |
| And bring those magazines | |
| And show me which ones your favorite floor | |
| Coz Bad Bad You, Bad Bad Me, | |
| Is all we'll be left with, anyway | |
| So come on over Darlin' | |
| And bring those magazines | |
| And show me which ones your favorite floor | |
| Coz bad bad you, bad bad me | |
| Is all we'll be left with, anyway | |
| Yes bad bad you, bad bad me | |
| Is all we'll be left with, anyway |
| zuò qǔ : Stephen Fretwell | |
| You look so dainty darlin' | |
| Crossin' over the road | |
| To where the taxis wait in line | |
| You move like violence darlin' | |
| Your stubborn eyes they get me everytime | |
| So come on over darlin' | |
| And bring those magazines | |
| And show me which ones your favourite floor | |
| And bad bad you, bad bad me | |
| Is all we' ll be left with, anyway | |
| Your songs don' t come so easy | |
| And lines are gettin, shorter everytime | |
| And your heart beats so quickly | |
| I hear it moving in the night, you like | |
| So sneak on over darlin' | |
| And bring those magazines | |
| And show me which ones your favorite floor | |
| Coz Bad Bad You, Bad Bad Me, | |
| Is all we' ll be left with, anyway | |
| So come on over Darlin' | |
| And bring those magazines | |
| And show me which ones your favorite floor | |
| Coz bad bad you, bad bad me | |
| Is all we' ll be left with, anyway | |
| Yes bad bad you, bad bad me | |
| Is all we' ll be left with, anyway |