Lyrics: Beau Bedford/Zella Day/Jesse Woods
Music: Beau Bedford/Zella Day/Jesse Woods
Born with a truth that proved self-evident
A corner of his stool next to the president
Keys to his high horse, a candy El Camino
Burning on freedom while she waits at the casino
Pictures are fine, but not polite to stare
The whispers on the wind beg the world to be fair
The promises of a man who can barely understand
The weight of a love that he holds in his hands
It's bad lovin'
To a good woman
Yes, it's bad lovin' (Ooh)
To a good, good woman
Another spritz of Chanel, mon amour
The curve of her hips as she walks through the door
The archway bеhind her so lonely without her
Thе thunder inside him only grows louder
And even through tears, she sparkles like diamonds
And all through the years, she keeps on writing it out
And looking for something, never finding
And he's no different, but she can't admit that
It's bad lovin'
To a good woman
Yeah, it's bad lovin'
To a good, good woman
S'il te plaît reste mon amour
S'il te plaît reste mon amour
S'il te plaît reste, s'il te plaît reste mon amour
Mon amour
She can't admit that it's bad lovin'
To a good woman
Yeah, it's bad lovin'
To a good, good woman
To a good, good woman
To a good, good woman