Prick - I Got It Bad Lyrics
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I Got It Bad
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What Are The Lyrics For I Got It Bad By Prick?
I don't mind telling you.
I don't mind. Don't try changing me now, model for your ways. Hey, Joe, make it so, make it so. You're wasting your time, drop dead in my doorway. Hey, Joe, whaddya know, what do you know? Looking in space, you won't find it there. Hey, ray, is this the way we're gonna live? Selling our bodies on sunset strip? I go it bad. I can't wait til they think it's good. I got it bad. I can't wait til it's understood. I got it bad. Don't try pulling my leg with your name-dropping chatter. Hey, Joe, whaddya know, what do you know? 'cause you don't got me pegged, no rung on your ladder. Hey, Joe, make it so, make it so. If I ever get through, watch out! I know what it takes. You got what that is. And this is the break I can make you. [repeat] I got it bad. I can't wait til they think it's good. I got it bad. I can't wait til it's understood. I got it bad. Shame for the fame and the name of the game. Hey, ray, is this the way we're gonna live? Selling our bodies on sunset strip? I can't wait til they think it's good. I got it bad. I can't wait til it's understood. I got it bad. I can't wait til they say good. I got it bad. I got it bad. Shame for the fame and the name of the game. |
Who Wrote I Got It Bad By Prick?
Kevin Mcmahon
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What's The Duration Of The I Got It Bad By Prick?The duration of I Got It Bad is 3:46 minutes and seconds. |
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