Bad Things - Tricky, Martina Topley-Bird

Choose me if

I wish I didn’t feel

I wanna do bad things

And then we’re one again

I wanna do bad in those movies

They say squeeze, never pull it

Muscles wrap around the bullet

And you say you be brought into it

Okay, let me make a phone call

I’d rather you float down the river-sea

Voodoo heathen, for fucking around with my privacy

I wish I didn’t feel

I wanna do bad things

And then we’re one again

And then we’re one again

And then we’re one again

And then we’re one again

I wanna do bad things in the movies

They never squeeze, never pull it

Muscles wrap around the bullet

And you say you be brought into it

Get at me, make a phone call

I’d rather you float down that river-sea

Voodoo heathen, for fucking around with my privacy

Would you like to see me a for real winner?

I’d probably buy a brother dinner

I’d rather speak another language

I know she’s my toasted sandwich

Be careful of food

She’s egotistical and rude

And it’s all about me

And it’s all about me

My fucking name

I’m the one again

It’s you to say I’m nice

Don’t wanna ask twice

Wanna break those chains

Make the whole world know

Wanna break those chains

Make the whole world know my fucking name

I’m gonna break those chains

They don’t wanna know my fucking name

And I’m born again

Want you to say I’m nice

Don’t wanna ask twice

Wanna give the poor the riches

Why don’t you stop saying bitches?

Wanna be good

Wanna be a homeboy from the hood

Pretend I’m from America

Pretend this is Blues, chief of the Cherokee

Wanna break those chains

Make the whole world know my fucking name

And I’m one again

And, and I’m one again

Want you to say I’m nice

Don’t wanna ask twice

Wanna Give the poor the riches

I’ll never just stop saying bitches

Wanna be good

Wanna be a homeboy from the hood

Pretend I’m from America

Pretend this is Blues, chief of the Cherokee

Chief of the Cherokee

Chief of the Cherokee

I wish I didn’t feel

I wanna do bad things

I wish I didn’t feel

I wanna do bad things

And then we’re one again

And then we’re one again

And we’re one again

And we’re one again

I wanna do bad in those movies

They say squeeze, never pull it

Muscles, muscles wrap around the bullet

And you say you be brought into it