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