August 11, 2006

On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round. And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found. The head nurse spoke up, said leave this one alone. She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone.

I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you. I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through. I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone. I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone.

I make a rich woman beg, I'll make a good woman steal. I'll make an old woman blush, and I make a young girl squeal. I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone. I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone.

When I walk the streets, kings and queens step aside. Every woman I meet, they all stay satisfied. I wanna tell you pretty baby, what I see I make my own. I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone.

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