You prefer a man with no fame, make you gyrate
We're spelling just flashy, but that's how we celebrate
You already love it, can't you tell me this straight?
I've got a fever for the
Bad boys, bad boys, bad boys
I've got a fever for the
Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy
Don't look at what I got that cats will know
Please stop throwing
Just steps out of the pen
We wanna come again
Bad boys, bad boys, bad boys