Bad boy smells of cigarettes and cheap wine Learnt my lesson walkin' on the thin line And my mama is waitin' by her phone tonight She knows that a bad boy smells of cigarettes and cheap wine Never liked your side of town Should've stayed at home London Brigde a-fallin' down Standin' all alone In a dress she never liked And she wore it for you Oh what a thing to do Oh what a thing to do Papa I love him That ain't enough But maybe I can change him A leopard can't change its spots Papa he loves me You're far to young a naive Bad boy love is good for nothin' Bad boy tends to have a sandpaper touch My side's smooth, every other side's rough Oh these four walls are closing in on us They know that a bad boy tends to have a sandpaper touch Never liked your side of town Should've stayed at home London Brigde a-fallin' down Standin' all alone In a dress she never liked And she wore it for you Oh what a thing to do Oh what a thing to do Oh what a thong to do To give it all to you Oh what a thing to do Papa I love him That ain't enough But maybe I can change him A leopard can't change its spots Papa he loves me You're far to young a naive Bad boy love is good for nothin' Bad boys wanna break good girls Good girls wanna change bad boys Bad boys wanna break good girls Good girls wanna change bad boys