Lyrics The Bad Book - Fiona Bevan

You can borrow that book of mine
Drop it in bath water break the spine
Fold down the corners of pages you like
Keep it forever, I don′t mind

Don't go acting all innocent
I know the margins you′ve written in
And where you ripped out a page or ten
And rolled up a day to smoke or burn

When you're reading
Reading from the bad book
Living just how you should
Ooh don't it feel good?
Ooh don′t it feel good?
Do whatever you want
Freedom don′t hurt no-one
Ooh don't it feel good?
Read from the bad book

It′s wild and it's beautiful, full of mistakes
Weighed down with words that you wanted to say
Baptise it in whiskey or week-old champagne
Rinse it in tears or a wedding day rain

Oh see near the end where the pages get blank
We′ll fill 'em up with or without a plan
Cos some things that happen we don′t understand
And some secrets we hold in the palm of our hand

When we're reading
Reading from the bad book
Living just how we should
Ooh don't it feel good?
Ooh don′t it feel good?
Do whatever we want
Freedom don′t hurt no-one
Ooh don't it feel good?
Read from the bad book

Read from the bad book
Read from the bad book
Read from the bad book

Then go and send it to the priest or the paper′s front page
Bury it deep or just throw it away
Only write that you lived and you were not ashamed
Then let somebody new write a new first page

When we're reading
Reading from the bad book
Living just how we should
Ooh don′t it feel good?
Ooh don't it feel good?
Do whatever you want
Freedom don′t hurt no-one
Ooh don't it feel good?
Read from the bad book
Ooh don't it feel good?
Read from the bad book