She’s Got It Bad

I get off my things, I lay down in the side­lanes
I don’t feel that I hide, just per­man­ently ride
And I’m wait­ing for your gentle reign
Some­thing that’ll help me learn

But one look at her and you know
That she’s got it bad
One look and the mir­ror shows
I live as I want
But she’s got it bad

Check it out, check it out, roll up there now
Huh!
She’s headed for a fest­iv­al of heartache
Miss exec­ut­ive des­per­a­tion you only suck the
Blood that’s spilled
Your macho imit­a­tion fem­in­in­ity is killed
I pray that you don’t feel no pain
Only if it helps you learn

But one look at her and you know
That she’s got it bad
One look and the mir­ror shows
I live as I want
But she’s got it bad
She knows it
It shows!

Cred­its

Words and music Mick Huck­nall
EMI Songs Ltd/So What Ltd

Oth­er Info

This track is on the Stars album (1991)