Too Bad You're No Good - Trisha Yearwood

Sittin' here thinkin'

'Bout you and me

It’s a cryin' shame

'cause it’s plain to see

You make me love you so bad

You make me love you so bad

You make me love you so bad

Too bad you’re no good

You smile like an angel

Lie like a rug

You wouldn’t change if you could

'Cause it’s in your blood

You make me love you so bad

You make me love you so bad

You make me love you so bad

Too bad you’re no good

Midnight knockin'

You’re droppin'

Around trash talkin'

And stalkin' me down

Better watch out

When you play that game

I got a thirty-eight special

On a forty-five frame

Call the preacher

Call the police

With a man like you

It’s famine or feast

You make me love you so bad

You make me love you so bad

You make me love you so bad

Too bad you’re no good

Well, I talked to your mother

She knows I tried

I talked to your brother

He was on my side

But the hardest thing

To comprehend

Is if I had it to do over

I’d do it again

Oh call the preacher

Call the police

With a man like you

It’s famine or feast

You make me love you so bad, bad, bad

Too bad you’re no good