Текст Robert Cray – Honey Bad

Can’t cook my breakfast
She can’t sweeten my tea
But all she’s got to do now
Is play house with me

‘Cause honey’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad
I said, she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad

When my day is done
I wanna have a little fun
Oh, I call my honey, baby
On the cellphone
‘Cause she knows how to ring my bell,
She does things I dare not tell

‘Cause honey’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad
I said, she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad

She does everything she possibly can
To try to please me, and make everything alright
That’s why I love the crazy name
I like to see the pretty smile
On a pretty little face oh yeah yeah

My honey’s bad

She got a credit card, yes
All she’s got to do is charge
She may take it back now, yeah
‘Cause she living too large
But, oh, when she crawls those long legs
I forget about what I said

Honey bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad
I said, she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad
I said she’s bad

She can’t cook my breakfast
She burns the bread
And when she’s cooking my eggs now
Ooh, it makes me scratch my head
Oh, I don’t wanna see her pretty hands
And no greasy possum pants

‘Cause honey bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad
Said she’s bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad
I said she’s bad
Bad!

So bad, you oughta see her
I do everything now to please her
Honey bad
Oh, she’s bad
My honey’s bad
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad