Bad At Love (Clean Version)

Got a boy back home in Michigan
And he tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him
So I told him that I never really liked his friends
Now he’s gone and he’s callin’ me a bitch again

There’s a guy that lives in the Garden State
And he told me that we’d make it ’til we graduate
So I told him that the music would be worth the wait
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we’re meant to be
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes, ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love

Got a girl with California eyes
And I thought that she could really be the one this time
But I never got the chance to make her mine
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines

London girl with a attitude
We never told no one, but we look so cute
Both got way better things to do
But I always think about it when I’m riding through

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that I’m in too deep
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best in me
Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I
Always make the same mistakes, yeah
Always make the same mistakes, ’cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh), yeah

I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feelin’ fades
Each time the feelin’ fades
I know that you’re afraid I’m gonna walk away
Each time the feelin’ fades

You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can’t blame me for tryin’
You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me
Lookin’ at my history
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

Oh, you know, you know, you know, you know (ooh, ooh)
I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, oh