White shirt now red, my bloody nose
Sleepin', you're on your tippy toes
Creepin' around like no one knows
Think you're so criminal
Bruises on both my knees for you
Don't say thank you or please
I do what I want when I'm wanting to
My soul? So cynical
Lydia reclined back comfortably in her car, with her hand on the steering wheel her head bobbing slowly as she sang along with Billie, just having a calm drive to the cottage. She was in her peace at the moment. And Lydia loved every moment of it.
So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy, duh
I'm the bad guy
As the music still carried on, it seemed like
