paroles de chanson Bad Love - Walter Trout

Now she goes out every evening
Out to the picture show
I ask her what was showing
She said "I don′t even know"
Bad love
Bad love and misery
I'm getting sick and tired
Of all of this secrecy
She came back in the morning
And her hair was all a mess
Her hips they were shaking
She even had on another dress
Bad love
Bad love and misery, Lord misery
I′m getting sick and tired
Lord Lord Lord I'm tired
Of all of this secrecy
Lord Lord Lord I'm getting′ tired
Bad love
Bad love and misery
Bad love
Bad love and secrecy