Bad Blood

(álbum: Prisoners In Paradise - 1991)

Always looking for a good time
She came on just like a hurricane
Man she was far too hot to handle
Like fighting fire with gasoline

All I needed was compassion
I'd been out there on my own too long
But she hungered for my loving
That first bite chilled me
To the bone

Bad blood
Running through my veins
Bad, bad blood
Is driving me insane

Hey I've become a wild one
I'mnot quite the man I used to be
Just like living on a knife edge
That woman put a spell on me

Bad blood
Running through my veins
Bad, bad blood
Is driving me insane

Always looking for a good time
I come on just like a hurricane
Now I'm far too hot to handle
Like fighting fire with gasoline