Text: Trisha Yearwood. Real Live Woman. Too Bad You're No Good.

Sittin' here thinkin' 'bout you and me
It's a cryin' shame 'cause it's plain to see
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad you're no good

Smile like an angel, you lie like a rug
You wouldn't change if you could, 'cause it's in your blood
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad you're no good

Midnight knockin', you're droppin' around
Trash talkin' and stalkin' me down
You better watch out when you play that game
I got a thirty eight special on a forty five frame

Call the preacher, call the police
With a man like you, it's famine or feast
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad you're no good

Well, I talked to your mother; she knows I tried
I talked to your brother, he was on my side
But the hardest thing to comprehend
If I had it to do over, I'd do it again

Call the preacher, call the police
With a man like you, it's famine or feast
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad you're no good

You made me love you so bad, bad, bad
Too bad you're no good
You're no good
You're no good baby