Bad Boy

Girl, I would dial your number without looking. And you'd always pick it up soon as it Rang. And I'd hear you say, "I hear my mama Coming." And you'd hide the phone up underneath the sheets. And I'd hear her say, "Girl, haven't I told You? Yeah, I know who you're talking to." And is that bad, boy? Is that wrong side of the tracks, Boy? That break your heart and won't come back, Boy. Why's that for the one you Love? You're not that bad, boy. Well, you were scared, but you had every reason. Me and my boys were nothing short of dangerous. But she said, "Boy, you know, I've heard you Talk to Jesus. How's a tough guy like you afraid to love?" You ain't so bad, boy. You done some things you can't take back, Boy. But I see straight through that, Boy. And that boy's the one I love. And you ain't so bad, boy. No, you ain't so bad. You ain't So bad. Well, I remember sitting down beside your mama. My hands shaking in my pocket with that ring. She said, "Boy, I always knew you loved my Daughter. She loves you, too, and I think I know What she sees." So, alright, bad boy. Long as them old habits don't come back, Boy. You know that's how she lost her dad, Boy. And that boy's the one I loved. He was my bad boy. He was my bad boy. Guess you ain't so bad. No, you ain't so bad, boy.