You wouldn't know it by the way he talks Above his bed there's a Baptist cross And another one around his neck He calls his mama every other night It's a rare thing if he ever picks a fight There ain't nothin' that he can't fix But that's pretty much where it ends
'Cause he's a no good cheatin' heart Makin' me feel like trash He can look you in the eye and straight up lie And not even bat a lash Well, you think he's a saint, well, he ain't Angels don't act like that Yeah, he's a no good, two sides of bad
Well I'da never found out he was sneakin' around If my best friend's uncle wouldn't a seen him in town Makin' out with what's her name Where in the hell did he find the time? Did he go right to her place after he left mine? That explains a lot, nobody goes to sleep at eight o'clock
'Cause he's a no good cheatin' heart Makin' me feel like trash He can look you in the eye and straight up lie And not even bat a lash Well, you think he's a saint, well, he ain't Angels don't act like that Yeah, he's a no good, two sides of bad
He's a no good cheatin' heart Makin' me feel like trash He can look you in the eye and straight up lie And not even bat a lash Well, you think he's a saint, well, he ain't Angels don't act like that Yeah, he's a no good He's no good Yeah, he's a no good, two sides of badTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
