Bad Girl
Rihanna (Feat. Chris Brown) Lyrics

We stay moving around, solo
We're always on the move, alone

Ask us where you at, we don't know
We don't know our location when asked

And don't care (Don't care)
We don't care enough to check our location

All we know is we was at home 'cause you left us there
All we know is we were left alone at home

You got your boys and got gone
You left with your friends

And left us all alone
And abandoned us without any company

Now she in the club with a freaky dress on
She's now at the club wearing a revealing dress

Cats don't want her to keep that dress on
Guys are trying to convince her to take off the dress

Trying to get enough drinks in her system
She's trying to drink enough to get drunk

Take it to the tele and make her a victim
They plan to take her to a hotel room and take advantage of her

Patron on the brain, ball player in the face
She's thinking about alcohol and a famous athlete

They shake the spot, she's just another case
They make a move and she becomes just another victim

Easy for a good girl to go bad
It's easy for a good girl to become corrupted

And once we gone (Gone)
And once we're corrupted and gone

Best believe we've gone forever
Believe that we're gone for good

Don't be the reason
Don't be the cause of our corruption

You better learn how to treat us right
You need to learn how to treat us properly and respectfully

'Cause once a good girl goes bad
Because once a good girl is corrupted

We die forever
We die for good

He's staying with a flock of them, oh, yeah
He's staying with a group of girls

Got a girl at home but he don't care
He has a girlfriend but doesn't care about her

Won't care (Won't care)
He won't care enough to be faithful

All he'll do is keep me at home, won't let me go nowhere
He'll keep her at home and won't let her go out

He thinks because I'm at home I won't be getting it on
He thinks she won't cheat on him because she's at home

And now I'm finding numbers in the jacket pockets
She's finding phone numbers in his jacket pockets

Tricks calling the house, non-stop its
Other women are calling the house constantly

Getting out of control
It's getting out of hand

Finally I can't take no more
She's reached her breaking point

He finds a letter on the stairs, saying this is the end
He finds a breakup letter on the stairs

I packed my bag and left with your best friend
She packed her bags and left with his best friend

We gone forever
We're gone for good