we'll all be portions for foxes

i know i'm alone if i'm with or without you

but just being around you offers me another form of relief

when the loneliness leads to bad dreams

and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you

and i call you and say, "come here!"


and it's bad news, baby i'm bad news
i'm just bad news, bad news, bad news.


there's a pretty young thing in front of you

and she's real pretty and she's real into you

and then she's sleeping inside you


and the talking leads to touching

and the touching leads to sex

and then there is no mystery left



and it's bad news, i don't blame you

i do the same thing, i get lonely too

and you're bad news, my friends tell me to leave you

YOU'RE BAD NEWS, I DON'T CARE, I LIKE YOU.