Baddie's bound by ancient codes of and secrecy He understands stabbing backs and shaking hands So if or when you're bars or in front of them as you are Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and shake your hand
And oh, you've been here before, you in love And her over the threshold Thinking, far too good looking to do the cooking Now well, that was twenty ago, twenty years ago
That's a lousy for the washed up wife Of a plastered, pissed up bastard A life for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up
A lousy life for the washed up Of a permanently plastered, up bastard A lousy life, a lousy
The kid was singing, I ever be free? Does this town no more for me Club Tropicana, the are free one in his face for me
Baddie's bound, all 'bout you, his decency, his secrecy And bound, but I do get it
All the way, you've been here before, in love Carried her the threshold Just thinking, far too good looking to do the cooking While that was twenty years ago, years ago, oh
That's a lousy for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, up bastard A lousy for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up
A lousy for the washed up wife Of a permanently plastered, pissed up A lousy life, a life
Oh, the kid was singing, I ever be free? Is this town hold no for me Tropicana, the drinks are free Stick one in his for me, for me, a baddie
Baddies bound, baddies bound, 'bout you Decency and