Being Bad - Ver 2

E G A G A E E G A G A E E Supped up muscle car, no cops so far G Pedal down on the floor, feel that engine roar A Outside's all a blur, tail sliding around the curve G A E Speed shifting gears E Tires no tread, straight road up ahead G 150 registers, that's for amateurs A Heart beat thumping, adrenaline pumping G A E I feel no fear G A I have to find this rush to know that I'm alive G A G E Better get to living boy or too young you will die E G A G E Being bad never felt so good E G A G E Raising hell like any good old boy would E G A G E Being bad never felt so good E G A G E I was born my daddy's son wouldn't change if I could E G A G A E E G A G A E E Girl comes walking in, dark eyes dark skin G Latin moves, Texas drawl, heads turn, eyes fall A Scorpion tattoo, what would you do? G A E In for the k**l E Fights the crowd to the stage, beer downed half-ways G Shakes that thing, swings that hair, looks at me, hungry stare A Guitar man, make it ring, look at me as you sing G A E Something real G A I have to find this rush to know that I'm alive G A G E Better get to living boy or too young you will die 2x E G A G E Being bad never felt so good E G A G E Raising hell like any good old boy would E G A G E Being bad never felt so good E G A G E I was born my daddy's son wouldn't change if I could E G A G A G A G A G A G A G A G A E