Sensitive Bad Boys
I don’t want to grow up
If it means getting married to a man like my dad
Who is so kind and ever so sad
Going to work in his gray suit and hat
While I dream
Of a sky full of stars
I’m driving through it
In somebody’s car
He’s holding me close
His arms hard as ice
He’s lookin so rough
But he treats meso nice

And I guess
I’m just a fool
For the Sensitive Bad Boys

My mom said to be wise
Find a man who is steady and never will fly
But I just want me a love
As wild as a hawk and as sweet as a dove
Maybe he comes from a far-away town
And maybe he’s traveled  around and around
So handsome and lonesome
Before me he’ll stand
He won’t have to say nothin
Just hold out his hand
And I guess
I’m just a fool
For the Sensitive Bad Boys
I’m staying away from the nice businessmen
I’m staying at home, and I’m dreaming again
While far away, across the wide world
I know that he’s walking with some other girl

And I guess
I’m just a fool
For the Sensitive Bad Boys

I guess I’m just a fool for the Sensitive Bad Boys
It’s true, I’m just a fool for the Sensitive Bad Boys
I admit, I’m just a fool for the Sensitive Bad Boys