Got It Bad - Queensrÿche

I like the way you walk into a room

You take it over like it was put there just for you

You’ve got «those» sunglasses on

I bet you read Machiavelli in bed and I realize that I’m in way over my head …

But I got it bad … so bad for you

Got it bad for you!

I got it bad!

Oh I’d stay up all night to see if you’re the kind of girl that bites

You’re not some China Doll I’d get over soon

You got mesmerizing advertising, want to make love to you

Now I feel you, coming on strong

And I could feed you if we could ever be alone

Oh, baby, I’ve got it … so bad for you!

Got it bad for you!

I got it bad for you!

I got it bad, bad, bad, bad dog, don’t make me beg

What you got going on with that … is more than I can take

You’ve got «those» sunglasses on

Now I feel you, coming on strong

And I could feed you if I could ever get you home

Oh, Honey, I’ve got it … so bad for you

Got it bad for you!

I got it bad for you!

I got it bad for you!