"On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said "leave this one alone"
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I'll break a thousand more, baby
Before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
189) I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone
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I make a rich woman beg
I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush
And make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone
And when I walk the streets
Kings and Queens step aside
Every woman I meet
They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty baby
Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone"
I'm dead, but at least I can listen to some
"words, words, words" (1.2.189). This rock song will show the world
how bad I am. I am talking Michael Jackson Bad, the good bad if you know what I
mean. "With mirth in funeral"(1.1.172) and music in the air I hope to
see my fellow friends remember the good times they had with me. "Though
this be madness, yet there is method in’t"(2.3.132), I want people
remember me as a spontaneous and that is the reason for this uplifting music.
"O heavenly powers"(3.1.134) I wish thee to play this song at my
funeral. Hopefully I can go to heaven because I feel guilty of doing all these
vengeful things.
I think tone of this song would be aggressive, motivational, and catchy just like my behavior. Always changing moods is my key characteristic that make people like me. "No medicine in the world can"(5.1.73) bring me back to life except for this song, it hits me in all the right spots. "Silence"(5.2.322) would be the worst form of torture I'll have to go through but this song keeps repeating this word "bad". "Swear by my sword," (1.5.159) is what I should have done with my two friends who betrayed me so that maybe I could have lived this crazy event. #B-B-B-BAD
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