BAD, BAD, BAD
You were born under the star of
Bad, bad, bad
You've cornered the market on
Mad, mad, mad
Everything you are is
Sad, sad, sad.
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You stripped me of everything I
Had, had, had
It makes you ever so
Glad, glad, glad
To make everyone else so
Sad, sad, sad.
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If you can't make everyone
Sad, sad, sad
It makes you ever so
Mad, mad, mad
Which shows how completely you've gone
Bad, bad, bad.
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