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She was out last night
Til way past ten
Same thing all over again
But with my best friend
Why'd she wanna make me so mad?
I treat that bad woman good
Lord, I need a good woman bad
Now when I asked her
To go to Sunday school
She went and called me a damned ol' fool
Now i dont understand
Why'd she wanna make me so sad?
I treat that bad woman good
Lord, I need a good woman bad
Oh here she comes
Oh, there she goes
Well I saved my money
And I bought her a car
She got it stolen outside a bar
She looks good, but she might not be
The kind of woman that I'm likely to need
Oh well I don't know why I let her walk on in
She's as impolite as she can be
Now I'm starting to think
Hey maybe I've been had
I treat that bad woman good,
Lord, I need a good woman bad
I treat that bad woman good,
Lord, I need a good woman bad
I treat that bad woman good,
Lord, I need a good woman bad