Testo Bad Love

Now she's going out every evening Out to the picture show I asked her what was showin' She said,"I don't even know" Bad love, bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired of all this secrecy She came back in the morning Her hair was all a mess Her hips they was a shakin' She even had on another dress Bad love, bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired of all this secrecy She don't want no more lovin' She don't even know the reason why I asked her why she's lyin' And then she broke right down and started to cry Bad love, bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired of all this secrecy