The Weeks – “Bad Guy” Song Lyrics

White shirt now red, my bloody nose
Sleeping, you’re on your tippy toes
Creeping 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’s so cynical

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 kind
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I’m the bad guy
Duh

I like it when you take control
Even if you know that I don’t
Own me, I’ll let you play the role
I’ll be your animal
My mommy likes to sing along
But she won’t sing with the— this song
If she reads all the lyrics
She’ll pity the men I know

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 only good at being bad, bad

I like when you get mad
I guess I’m pretty glad that you’re alone
You said she’s scared of me? Well
I don’t see what she sees
But maybe it’s ’cause I’m wearing your cologne