Gone out every evening
Out to the pretty 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
Came back in the morning
Her hair was all a mess
Her hips they was still shaking
She had on a different dress
Bad love, bad love and misery
I'm getting sick and tired
Of all of this secrecy
Came home no mooding lovin'
She don't even know the reason why
I asked her why she was gone
And then she prompt right there
And she start to cry
Bad love, bad love and misery
I'm getting sick and tired
Of all of this secrecy
Bad love, bad love
Bad love, bad love and misery
I'm getting sick and tired
Of all of that woman's secrecy
Bad love, bad love
Bad love, bad love and misery
I'm getting sick and tired
Of all of that woman's secrecy
