Yeah they sayin’ that I’m bad
How I make you mad
Yeah they say that I’m bad
But I’m the best you ever had

Yeah they make it out in their brain
Yeah they make it out in their brain
Yeah they make out their grace, their grace, their grace
They make out their grace 

What I would do to be with you
You are from a long time
So I take the same view
You don’t save money
It’s no problem when I’m with you
You know the truth
But I hope it sounds good to you
Money love, they sound beautiful
Even the bitch in the morning sounds musical
Cause sometimes I walk alone and you’re my solitude
But you call me on the phone
And catch an attitude
I’m ignoring you
Is that possible?
When you’re all that I can think of
It’s illogical
All these old happy photographs framing us
Mind Games give migraines, how I for do? 
In the war of roses, nobody wins, it’s true
Yeah they sayin’ that I’m bad
How I make you mad
Yeah they say that I’m bad
But I’m the best you ever had

Yeah they make it out in their brain
Yeah they make it out in their brain
Yeah they make out their grace, their grace, their grace
They make out their grace 

You are too much for a man
Not enough for 2
My days turn to blue
After nights with you
You treat life despicable
And life and love miserable
Love life mystical
Now it’s mythical
Tell them pretty stories
This is a beautiful liar
Your image is placed too, too much
If I stay another day I’ll be coo coo nuts
This is how you sound
But you do such
Cause you’re waiting and waiting, voo doo such
We fuss ,we cuss and trust is draining us

Mind Games give migraines, how I for do? 
In the war of roses, nobody wins, it’s true
Yeah they sayin’ that I’m bad
How I make you mad
Yeah they say that I’m bad
But I’m the best you ever had

Yeah they make it out in their brain
Yeah they make it out in their brain
Yeah they make out their grace, their grace, their grace
They make out their grace 

You talk and say that I’m bad
How it makes you  to be mad
You talk and say that I’m bad
How it makes you to be mad


Yeah they sayin’ that I’m bad
How I make you mad
Yeah they say that I’m bad
But I’m the best you ever had

Yeah they make it out in their brain
Yeah they make it out in their brain
Yeah they make out their grace, their grace, their grace
They make out their grace