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Moth To a Flame performed by Tonawanda Whitefish Once my life was so mundane No surprises for me Then you drove me completely insane And my mind was set free You’re a bad one Should’ve hung up the phone You’re a bad one Why should I bring you home? You’re a bad one, a mad one I just can’t leave you alone Well I can’t get enough Of you’re rough, wild ways And my heart falls apart When you treat me this way You’re a bad one I don’t care for your tone You’re a mad one Now you’re tearin’ up my home You’re a bad one, a mad one I just can’t leave you alone Like a moth to a flame I was too blind to see I had no one to blame When you turned it on me You’re a bad one Should’ve hung up the phone You’re a bad one Why did I bring you home? You’re a bad one, a mad one I just can’t leave you alone Like a moth to a flame I was too blind to see I had no one to blame When you turned it on me You’re a bad one I don’t care for your tone You’re a mad one Why did I bring you home You’re a bad one, a mad one I just can’t leave you alone You’re a bad one, you’re a mad one Copyright 2003 Ken Gierke