Trisha Yearwood Lyrics
"Too Bad You're No Good"

(Paul Craft - Cadillac Holmes)

Sittin' here thinkin'
'Bout you and me
It's a cryin' shame
'cause it's plain to see.

You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
Too bad you're no good.

You smile like an angel
Lie like a rug
You wouldn't change if you could
'Cause it's in your blood.

You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
Too bad you're no good.

Midnight knockin'
You're droppin'
Around trash talkin'
And stalkin' me down.

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 make me love you so bad
you make me love you so bad
You make me love you so bad
Too bad you're no good.

--- Instrumental ---

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
Is if I had it to do over
I'd do it again.

Oh call the preacher
Call the police
With a man like you
It's famine or feast.

You make me love you so bad, bad, bad
Too bad you're no good.

--- Instrumental to fade ---