In "BAD IDEA," DARA leans into a reckless invitation, asking to be the mistake worth making for one night. The pull is physical and urgent, built on touch and secrecy rather than love, and the club gives way to a five a.m. standoff where waiting finally breaks. Being a bad idea becomes a kind of freedom, wild and unbothered by right or wrong. The repeated offer to be that temptation turns surrender into something wanted, not regretted.
BAD IDEA Lyrics by DARA
You look like trouble in paradise
Come over here, baby, mess up my life
I swear I’ll be worth every sacrifice
This club ain’t the place to play nice
You know that I want ya
You know that I need your touch
You know that I like ya
But don’t hurt to call it love
If you want the fire
You bet I can give that rush
I can keep a secret for us
Just let me
Be your bad idea tonight
Don’t care if it’s wrong or right
So wild, so free
Just let me be, yeah
Be your bad idea tonight
Make your body [?]
Don’t care if it’s wrong or right
So wild, so free
Just let me be
Bad idea
It’s 5 in the morning, we both feel the tension
We don’t need to talk but I need your attention
Come to me, baby, I’m tired of waiting
It’s finally time to be free
Just let me
Be your bad idea tonight
Don’t care if it’s wrong or right
So wild, so free
Just let me be, yeah
Be your bad idea tonight
Make your body [?]
Don’t care if it’s wrong or right
So wild, so free
Just let me be
Bad idea
Bad idea
(Your bad idea, bad idea, bad idea)
(Your bad idea, bad idea, bad idea)
(Your bad idea, bad idea, bad idea)
(Your bad idea, bad idea)
(Your bad idea, bad idea, bad idea)
(Your bad idea, bad idea, bad idea)
(Your bad idea, bad idea, bad idea)
(Your bad idea, bad idea)
