No good man all the no good things Never treats me as should That aint no good Hes always me down Hes no saint Heaven knows thats what he aint Spends his money Not on me Im the one gets the run-around
I ought to hate him and yet love him so For I require Love thats made of fire in his arms I find I always get that kind good man Ever since the world began There have been fools me Born to be In love with a no good man