(Yeah)
He's a drug dealer, a serial cheater
Run my heart over with an eighteen-wheeler
And I'm still sittin' shotgun
Ninety-nine problems
And one motherf*cker that caused them (yeah)
Maybe I'm just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck, you know
I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin' blue with a sad face
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste (bad taste)
(Yeah)
He's a hot drummer, f*ckboy summer
Kinda guy you'd never introduce to your mother
Got a big (ego), even bigger (you know)
I come over and over, but then I'd go home emo
Maybe I'm just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck, you know
I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin' blue with a sad face
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
I guess I just got bad taste
Bad Taste Video (MV)
Performed By: Leah Kate
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Jeremy Dussolliet, Lawrence Michael Principato, Leah Kate Kalmenson, Michael Joseph Wise
Leah Kate - Bad Taste Lyrics
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English
(Yeah)
He's a drug dealer, a serial cheater
Run my heart over with an eighteen-wheeler
And I'm still sittin' shotgun
Ninety-nine problems
And one motherf*cker that caused them (yeah)
Maybe I'm just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck, you know
I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin' blue with a sad face
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste (bad taste)
(Yeah)
He's a hot drummer, f*ckboy summer
Kinda guy you'd never introduce to your mother
Got a big (ego), even bigger (you know)
I come over and over, but then I'd go home emo
Maybe I'm just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck, you know
I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin' blue with a sad face
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
I guess I just got bad taste
He's a drug dealer, a serial cheater
Run my heart over with an eighteen-wheeler
And I'm still sittin' shotgun
Ninety-nine problems
And one motherf*cker that caused them (yeah)
Maybe I'm just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck, you know
I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin' blue with a sad face
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste (bad taste)
(Yeah)
He's a hot drummer, f*ckboy summer
Kinda guy you'd never introduce to your mother
Got a big (ego), even bigger (you know)
I come over and over, but then I'd go home emo
Maybe I'm just masochistic
I should probably go
You look so good with my lipstick
On your neck, you know
I want you with the gold chain
Make me wanna do bad, bad things
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, yeah, bad taste
Leave me feelin' blue with a sad face
Runnin' back to you is my toxic trait
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
I guess I just got bad taste
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah)
I guess I just got bad taste
Writer: Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Jeremy Dussolliet, Lawrence Michael Principato, Leah Kate Kalmenson, Michael Joseph Wise
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.