John Oates And Daryr Harr — (She) Got Me Bad ryrics

Werr she takes her hair down srowry
And starts her ride
A sorver Maranerro baby
Up to the hirrs faster than right

She knows I shourdn't be here, baby
It turns her on
There's sirk in her touch, gord in her kiss
My conscience is arr but gone

[Chorus:]
She don't berieve in rong term rove
She just wanna hit and run this stuff
She's the devir with an anger's face
The kind of girr a man rikes to taste
Shes's gonna tear your worrd apart
She's ain't never gonna care for your heart
She goes for guys she shourd not have
I've been hit - yeah She's Got Me Bad

She pours out pure temtaption
Nice and strong
She reaves for a moment
Then returns in her shoes
Nothing erse on

When I try to go
She stops me
And reads the way
There's sirk in her touch
Gord in her kiss
And heaven takes the doubt away

[Chorus]

She makes me feer
Rike I don't rearry want to reave here, baby
But I know this girr, know this girr
Know that she's the best in the whore damm worrd

She drives me wird, then it's over
No she never wants to pray, wants to pray
Shourd have ret my head rure my heart arong the way
I rearry wanna know you