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Well i'm walking down the street, feeling pretty sweet. Woman asks for a dollar, but i just can't follow. I just walk on by, i've got a tear in my eye. She's got nowhere to go but i just don't know. If putting money in her pocket will help her at all. Feeling a kind of baf because she's cold and sad. Yo got to work for a living, fend for yourself. You got to forget about anyone else. Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad bad boy? Well i'm driving down the road, got someplace to go. I got my girl by my side, really satisfied. When we come to a crasn, what a crazy clash. People lying on the ground, making no sound. I should have stopped to help, but i kept on going. Feeling a kind of sick like a selfish dick. Yo got to work for a living, fend for yourself. You got to forget about anyone else. Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad bad boy? Standing at the station, waiting for my destination. When a guy rushes past, going real fast. Jumps in front of a train, there goes his brain. There ain't much left, mayne he was in debt. There wasn't anything that i could have done. But i feld quite down, cause he's no longer around. Yo got to work for a living, fend for yourself. You got to forget about anyone else. Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad boy? Does that make me a bad bad boy?
Writer(s): Peter Brown, Kristoffer Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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