You love to disappoint me, don't ya You tell me what I want, but ain't no follow through You don't follow through, no But if you only knew me The way you know my body, baby Then I think maybe we could probably See this through, we could make it through But I've been thinking it'd be better If we didn't know each other Then you'd go and make me feel okay Got me thinking it'd be better If we didn't stay together Then you'd put your hands up on my I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Missing with my head, head, head, head, head We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed Please come take it out on me, me, me, me, me I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Missing with my head, head, head, head, head We drive each other mad, bad, bad, bad, bad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed I try to take this verse to All that good pipe and the moonlight And the long nights where we did everything But talk it through, that's what we do, yeah You always let me down, boy But when you're going down, I get so up Don't know if I could find someone who'd do me like you do I've been thinking it'd be better If we didn't know each other Then you'd go and make me feel okay Got me thinking it'd be better If we didn't stay together Then you'd put your hands up on my waist I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Missing with my head, head, head, head, head We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed Please come take it out on me, me, me, me, me I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed Bad, we drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us good in bed Yeah, we don't know how to talk But now we know how to fall Hey, what's going on? This is Mark Bronson, a.k.a. Mark The Spark, a.k.a. Spark Bronson, a.k.a. DJ Old Davis I have a special request I would love to hear Buffalo Stance by Nana Cherry And one more thing, don't you get fresh with me That gigolo on the street With his hands in his pockets and his crocked out feet Hanging off the curb, looking all absurd As the boys come home They all came running, they were making noise Manhandling toys There's the girls on the block with the nasty curls Wearing padded bras, sucking beer through the straws Dropping down their drawers Where did you get yours? Gigolo, ho, fucker Gigolo, ho, fucker I love you, I love you Now we know how to fall I'm a gigolo