Bad Girl from Fletcher Rockwell by Fletcher Rockwell

whoa she's a bad girl,
the kind that good boys don't bother.
she's been makin' bad decisions on the weekends,
'cause she don't know her father.
she'll find the battles,
that you'll never win.
she has a notebook in her pocket,
keeping tallies of all of her sins.

and if you tell her that you love her,
she will find a way to break your heart.
and if you got it put together,
she will find a way to pull you apart.

she is a diamond,
diamond in the rough.
she is easy on the eyes,
but at her center she is coarse and tough.
when she's in trouble,
she will reach for your hand.
you can provide a strong foundation,
but she'd rather build her home in the sand.

and if you tell her that you love her,
she will find a way to break your heart.
and if you got it put together,
she will find a way to pull you a part.

whoa, she's a bad girl.
oh, she's a bad girl.
yeah, she's a bad girl.
yeah.

• Rock
• americana
• country
• folk
• pop
• Chicago