Bad Boy

I saw him standing in the neon glow A leather jacket and a broken nose He didn’t say a word, just lit a cigarette I knew right then I hadn’t seen nothing yet He keeps a silver pistol in the glove compartment Got a “go to hell” look that he wears the hardest He’s screaming at the sirens like they’re part of the art Oh, he’s a Hollywood boy with a dangerous toy Drinks his wine from the bottle, got that look in his eye Yeah, he flips off the law, loves a good brawl And I’m falling so hard for the dangerous life My dangerous guy He tastes like trouble and old vinyl records Says “baby, don’t you cry, this is what we asked for” We race the red lights, never looking back Got a crown of thorns inside his Cadillac He keeps a silver pistol in the glove compartment Got a “go to hell” look that he wears the hardest He’s screaming at the sirens like they’re part of the art Oh, he’s a Hollywood boy with a dangerous toy Drinks his wine from the bottle, got that look in his eye Yeah, he flips off the law, loves a good brawl And I’m falling so hard for the dangerous life My dangerous guy Mama said “don’t you walk on that wild side” But his kiss is a fast ride I know he’s no good, but God, he looks so right In the pale moonlight Oh, he’s a Hollywood boy with a dangerous toy Drinks his wine from the bottle, got that look in his eye Yeah, he flips off the law, loves a good brawl And I’m falling so hard for the dangerous life My dangerous guy My dangerous guy Leather jacket, middle finger to the sky Yeah, that’s my guy