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Embed: Would a lollipop get ya back on top from the candy man, yeah friend?
Got a hunger for affection, I just can't get enough
Well I read you, baby, like an open book
Now the doctor's in, let me take a look
Say yeah, yeah, s'alright


I got a bad, bad reputation
(I got) a bad, bad reputation

When you step into the spotlight, you're a cherry red machine
(wanna touch you, wanna taste you)
Wanna kiss you in between
You legs say action, your body built for speed
I know what I do for you, won't you do the same for me

Did I mention my intentions?
I just can't get enough
You can huff and puff, try to blow me down
But the big bad wolf is back in town
Say yeah, yeah, I'll bite

I got a bad, bad reputation
A bad, bad reputation

Ever heard the story (said it's true)
'Bout a travellin' man (he'd been around)
He could have any woman (welcome to)
Palm of his hand (blow ya down)
She could never fight it (no she won't)
'Cause you know she needs it so bad, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

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Bad Reputation Lyrics

Written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, Ted Nugent

When you wake up in the morning, and you're lyin' in my bed
Do you think of me, how I made you scream
It was an all night love affair (are you ready, I'm ready)
Say "Mary go 'round again"
Would a lollipop get ya back on top from the candy man, yeah friend?
Got a hunger for affection, I just can't get enough
Well I read you, baby, like an open book
Now the doctor's in, let me take a look
Say yeah, yeah, s'alright


I got a bad, bad reputation
(I got) a bad, bad reputation

When you step into the spotlight, you're a cherry red machine
(wanna touch you, wanna taste you)
Wanna kiss you in between
You legs say action, your body built for speed
I know what I do for you, won't you do the same for me

Did I mention my intentions?
I just can't get enough
You can huff and puff, try to blow me down
But the big bad wolf is back in town
Say yeah, yeah, I'll bite

I got a bad, bad reputation
A bad, bad reputation

Ever heard the story (said it's true)
'Bout a travellin' man (he'd been around)
He could have any woman (welcome to)
Palm of his hand (blow ya down)
She could never fight it (no she won't)
'Cause you know she needs it so bad, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Bad, bad reputation (repeats, fades)

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Damn Yankees was an American hard rock supergroup, well known for the single High Enough, formed in 1985, consisting of Jack Blades (Night Ranger), Tommy Shaw (Styx), Ted Nugent and drummer Michael Cartellone. Presumably inspired by the musical of the same name, Nugent once also explained that he coined the name because whenever someone asked him how he and Tommy Shaw would sound playing together, he would always reply by saying they would sound like "a bunch of damn Yankees." With Tommy Shaw from Alabama, Jack Blades from California, Mike Cartellone from New York, and Ted Nugent from Michigan, it did seem as if the band represented all four corners of the nation.

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