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Trenden är att göra låtar med ordet "bad" i. Bad ideas var förra, vilket iofs var ganska länge sedan, men idag har jag spenderat dagen med att göra en Bad person.

Förresten har jag en "Bad material" på lager också, men den är inte klar... och inte bra heller, så den blir nog aldrig av.

För folk som vill sjunga med, bifogar jag texten...



Bad person

You and the gang caught me up
there behind the yellow house to kick my ass
for something that i did with my tounge

Don't know why, some kind of reflex
and i hit you in your stomach
you bent just like a pocket-knife and cried

You're such a bad person (4x)

You had a deal with the preacher
who couldn't stand the fact that i was different
that nobody did like to speak to me

You were just like a prostitute
a whore and i wish i'd never met you
I've never learned the lesson that i missed

You're such a bad person (4x)

You met me when i was alone and so afraid
and you said you liked my style, i laughed and asked you why
then you said that i ment like everything to you, like a brother to you
and i really needed somebody to hug

I'm such a bad person (8x)