(Verse 1)
I say why does it feel so good, so good to be bad, getting what I want boy, why does that make you so mad, you see why does it feel so good, so good to be bad, cause if it's that you're looking for, oh
Baby here I am


(Verse 2)
I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white, he would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down, bang bang, I hit the ground, bang bang, that awful sound, bang bang, my baby shot me down