Bad Loving Lyrics by Chaparelle
Born with the truth that proves self-evident
A corner of his stool next to the president
The keys to his high horse, it can be 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 man who can barely understand
The weight of the love that he holds in his hands
It’s bad loving
To a good woman
Yes, it’s bad loving
To a good, good woman
Another [?] of Chanel mon amour
The curve of her hips as she walks through the door
The archway behind there so lonely without her
The thunder inside him only grows louder
And even thru tears she sparkles like diamond
And and 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 loving
To a good woman
Yeah, it’s bad loving
To a good, good woman
[?] mon amour
[?] mon amour
[?] mon amour
Mon amour
She can’t admit that it’s bad loving
To a good woman
Yeah, it’s bad loving
To a good, good woman
To a good, good woman
To a good, good woman