talking-theres something about her u know
the way she carries herself she's so bad
i don't know

her style her mind compares to nothin on this earth
she's not the kind u share
only god knows what she's worth

i gotta show her that
i want her i recognize that she is bad,
if i can't have
her then i'll go crazy,
spending all my time just chasing

her eyes her smile her skin her smell her hair,
her walk her talk her way her
saivoir fair there she goes

i hope to find her there
gotta make some eye contact
she's not the kind to stare
gotta move quick or lode her fast

i gotta show her that
i want her i recognize that she is bad,
spending all my time watching that girl go,
gotta love the way she moves

her eyes her smile her skin her smell her hair,
her walk her talk her way her