Bad Loving

Born with a truth that proved self-evident

A corner office too, next to the president

Keys to his high horse, a candy El Camino

Burning on freedom while she waits at the casino

Pictures are fine, but not polite to stare

The whispers on the wind beg the world to be fair

The promises of a man who can barely understand

The weight of a love that he holds in his hands

It's bad lovin'

To a good woman

Yes, it's bad lovin' (Ooh)

To a good, good woman

Another spritz of Chanel, mon oh mon

The curve of her hips as she walks through the door

The archway behind her, so lonely without her

The thunder inside him only grows louder

And even through tears, she sparkles like diamonds

And all through the years, she keeps on riding it out

And looking for something, never finding

And he is no different, but she can't admit that

It's bad lovin'

To a good woman

Yeah, it's bad lovin'

To a good, good woman

S'il te plaît reste mon amour

S'il te plaît reste mon amour

S'il te plaît reste, s'il te plaît reste mon amour

Mon amour

She can't admit that it's bad lovin'

To a good woman

Yeah, it's bad lovin'

To a good, good woman

To a good, good woman

To a good, good woman