Bad Guy sing and play along

White shirt now red:

my blood y nose.

Sleep ing.

You're on your tip py toes,

creep ing a round like no one knows.

Think you're so crim i nal.

Bruis es on both my knees for you.

Don't say thank you or please.

I do what I want, when I'm want ing to.

My soul, so cyn i cal.

So you're a tough guy, "I like it real ly rough" guy,

"I just can't get e nough" guy,

"chest al ways so puffed" guy.

I'm that bad type, "make your ma ma sad" type,

"make your girl friend mad" type,

"might se duce your dad" type.

I'm the bad guy.

Duh.

I'm the bad guy.

Duh. I like it when you take con trol.

E ven if you know that you don't own me,

I'll let you play the role:

I'll be your an i mal.

I'm on ly good at play ing bad,

bad.

I like when you get mad.

I guess I'm pret ty glad that you're a lone.

You said she's scared of me?

I mean,

wear ing your co logne.

I'm the bad guy.

Ha!

I'm, I'm the bad guy,

bad guy.

Ha!