Bad boy smells of cigarettes and cheap wine
Learnt my lesson walkin' on the thin line
And my mama is waitin' by her phone tonight
She knows that a bad boy smells of cigarettes and cheap wine
Never liked your side of town
Should've stayed at home
London Brigde a-fallin' down
Standin' all alone
In a dress she never liked
And she wore it for you
Oh what a thing to do
Oh what a thing to do
Papa I love him
That ain't enough
But maybe I can change him
A leopard can't change its spots
Papa he loves me
You're far to young a naive
Bad boy love is good for nothin'
Bad boy tends to have a sandpaper touch
My side's smooth, every other side's rough
Oh these four walls are closing in on us
They know that a bad boy tends to have a sandpaper touch
Never liked your side of town
Should've stayed at home
London Brigde a-fallin' down
Standin' all alone
In a dress she never liked
And she wore it for you
Oh what a thing to do
Oh what a thing to do
Oh what a thong to do
To give it all to you
Oh what a thing to do
Papa I love him
That ain't enough
But maybe I can change him
A leopard can't change its spots
Papa he loves me
You're far to young a naive
Bad boy love is good for nothin'
Bad boys wanna break good girls
Good girls wanna change bad boys
Bad boys wanna break good girls
Good girls wanna change bad boys