Bad Love

Gone out every evening Out to the pretty show I ask her what was showing She said I don't even know Bad love, bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired Of all of this secrecy Came back in the morning Her hair was all a mess Her hips they was still shaking She had on a different dress Bad love, bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired Of all of this secrecy Came home no mooding lovin' She don't even know the reason why I asked her why she was gone And then she prompt right there And she start to cry Bad love, bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired Of all of this secrecy Bad love, bad love Bad love, bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired Of all of that woman's secrecy Bad love, bad love Bad love, bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired Of all of that woman's secrecy --- Bad Love - Luther Allison