Ay mamacita, I'm pleased to meet ya
I know I'm only 5 foot 8 but please believe
Ya boy gon' put it down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Hey mamacita, my deepest fear
Is wasting time on all those girls that isn't real
But I keep 'em round, round
Round, round, round, round, round, round

You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad for you
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad for you

I like 'em tall, I like 'em smart
I like 'em all, just play your part
I don't say eenie meenie miney mo
Found the one, can't let her go
And she's my little angel
Her halo made of mistletoe
And careful cause she's dangerous
Keeps strings on me, Pinocchio
It's bad, bad, for you, for you
Bad, bad, for you, for you
Someone call my mother
Call the priest or call a lawyer
Everybody in attendance
I do, I say it for ya
Cause one thing that I know
I got it bad, bad for ya

Ay mamacita, I'm pleased to meet ya
I like the way you walk and talk and all your features
You got that smile, don't need a reason
I got it bad for you, girl, I think I need ya

Bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad for you
You know I got it bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad, bad, bad for you

You know I got it bad for you

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