Tytuł: Bad boy

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I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
  
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
  
   Papa going fe lick me if me not leave the bad man
   My mum she's crying "Lord have mercy, you better run come"
   She asks "But wait, I don't know how you grow up so facety
   But you don't see little boy them growing up much too lazy
   Them want to whine and grind and then him leave you my daughter
   Then buck up on another and take what him after
   He tease you with him toy and then whip your backside
   He'll put you on the train and then catch the ride"
  
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
  
   Papa him say the english man, him too arty-farty
   My mum she say the german man, him too lardy-dardy
   Boys from Kingston town, them got some temper too fiery
   Them smoking too much ganja and feeling too irie
   You must be careful if by chance you buck upon the itie
   Run go tell your friend and don't look in the brown eye
   The african man him fool you with him heritage and self pride
   Just jump around and tell him "Go on and catch the ride"
  
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
  
   Papa going fe lick me if me not leave the bad man
   My mum she's crying "Lord have mercy, you better run come"
   She asks "But wait, I don't know how you grow up so facety
   But you don't see little boy them growing up much too lazy
  
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
  
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
   I want a bad boy
  
   No, no, I want a bad boy
   No, no, let's play with your toy
   No, no, I want a bad boy
   The kind of guy for me