Music: Wouter Hardy/Nina Sampermans/Pleun Bierbooms
Producer: Wouter Hardy
September summer, played his song on my guitar
He held my hand and picked my strings just like my scars
He loved me hard and left me quick, a bitter pill
An ache I don't want to relive, but I know I will
Those are the hands I wanna hold
Baby, I'm addicted to the cold
But it's not who I wanna be when I grow old
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave, it's the chase
Of a mad woman
September snow, held out his hand and kept me warm
He trapped me like a bird caught in a thunderstorm
Those are the hands I wanna hold
Baby, I'm addicted to the cold
But it's not who I wanna be when I grow old
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave, it's the chase
Of a mad woman
This is what the boys wanna chase (Take my body, take my body)
I'm a bad woman (Take my body, not my soul)
This is what I crave, it's the chase (Take my body, take my body)
Of a mad woman (Take my body, take it all)
He wasn't gentle, but I had some dreams to kill
And if I'm being honest, I just did it for the thrill
This is what the boys wanna chase (Take my body, take my body)
I'm a bad woman (Take my body, not my soul)
This is what I crave, it's the chase (Take my body, take my body)
Of a mad woman (Take my body, take it all)
This is what the boys wanna chase
I'm a bad woman
This is what I crave, it's the chase
Of a mad woman
This is what the boys wanna chase (Take my body, take my body)
I'm a bad woman (Take my body, not my soul)
This is what I crave, it's the chase (Take my body, take my body)
Of a mad woman (Take my body, take it all)