TLC-  I'm Good At Being Bad

Source:  Mike (aznzthug504rulz@hotmail.com) from www.tlcfanmail.com
                Sunny days
               Birds singin' sweet soundin' songs of love
               (That's so pretty girl)
               As we walk hand in hand
               Just kickin' up sand
               As the ocean lands at our feet (ooh)
               I'm in your arms
               And all of your charms are for me
               (Not for me)
               Check it

               I need a crunk tight nigga
               Makes seven figgas
               Laced with a platinum
               Not the silver shit nigga
               Exhale cigar
               Ten inch or bigga
               Know how to lick it and stick it
               Wha wha

               Now don't get me wrong cuz I'm not a ho
               But I know what I got you can't handle those
               Cuz only real niggas (wha)
               You don't know
               So what you gon' do
               What you gonna do
               (wha wha wha)

               Chorus:
               Nigga you must be crazy
               What you gonna do with a bitch like me
               I'm so good at being bad
               I'm the bitch you never had
               I epitomize the word sexy
               Nigga you must be crazy
               What you gonna do with a bitch like me
               Door knock so tight
               Make ya cum all night
               And you can't handle me
               Baby

               I love to love ya baby
               I love to love ya baby
               I (yeah) love to love ya baby
               Ooooh love to love ya baby

               Sorry I turned you out (you out)
               I guess I didn't know
               That a man could be so soft (hmm)
               Well I guess I have to give you back
               The flowers, the candy (what?)
               The diamonds (Oh no, not the diamonds)
               Oh, hell no, wait a minute....
               I'ma keep that (Better keep it girl)
               Hope that you don't mind
               I'm not the mushy kind
               The mushy kind...
               Never real, never will
               Unh, check it

               I need a crunk tight nigga
               Makes seven figgas
               Laced with a platinum
               Not the silver shit nigga
               Exhale cigar
               Ten inch or bigga
               And lick it from the back type nigga

               Now don't get me wrong cuz I'm not a ho
               But I know what I got you can't handle though
               Cuz only real niggas (wha)
               You don't know
               So what you gon' do
               What you gon' gon' do
               (wha wha wha)

               Chorus

               I love to love ya baby
               I love to love ya baby
               I (yeah) love to love ya baby
               Ooooh love to love ya baby

               When I'm all alone I touch myself
               And I always dreamed about someone else
               Who was so much more than
               La la la la la
               A good man is so hard to find
               Well, actually, a hard man is so good to find
               Yo, yeah baby!

               Unh
               I understand you want a tour of what's inside
               Brief my safety guide before I take you on this
               ride
               Straight into the center
               You enter my dimension
               No question is protection
               Selected in my session
               I'm on a quest I will not rest till I break it
               But if it's naked
               I'll take it with the batteries and fake it
               Cuz I gotta get mine and you gotta get yours
               But never endin it by sendin it and takin more
               You must be crazy to think
               That you can hang with me
               I try to escape the imprisonment of those defyin'
               to me
               The epitome of your every dream it seems to
               me
               For intangible fantasy
               You know what I mean

               Chorus x2

               I love to love ya baby
               I love to love ya babyI
               (yeah) love to love ya baby
               Ooooh love to love ya baby

               Ha ha ha ha ha
               That's right
               Watch out there now
               You can't hear me
               Huh huh
               So what you gonna do
               What you gonna do wit a bitch
               A bitch like me nigga (huh)
               A bitch like me nigga (what)
               A bitch like me
               A bitch like moi!