It was a shotgun wedding
and the bullet hit 'em both.

bad idea! - girl in red

It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea 'cause now I'm even more lost
It was a bad idea to think you were the one
Was such a bad idea 'cause now everything's wrong
You put your hands under my shirt
Undid my bra and said these words
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
You pushed me up against my wall
Threw my clothes down on the floor
"Darling, are you ready for more?"
It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I'm totally ******
It was a bad idea to think I could stop
Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough
It was a bad idea meeting you so late
Was such a bad idea 'cause I can't think straight
It was a bad idea to bring you back home
Was such a bad idea, I need to be alone
You put your hands under my shirt
Undid my bra and said these words
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
You pushed me up against my wall
Threw my clothes down on the floor
"Darling, are you ready for more?"
It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I'm totally ******
It was a bad idea to think I could stop
Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough
Bad idea, bad idea
Bad idea, bad idea
You put your hands under my shirt
Undid my bra and said these words
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
You pushed me up against my wall
Threw my clothes down on the floor
You said "Darling, are you ready for more?"
It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I'm totally ******
It was a bad idea calling you up
Was such a bad idea, I'm totally ******
It was a bad idea to think I could stop
Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough

I am completely out of good ideas.
This isn't exactly what I'd call good company.
Being alone with you.
A worthwhile bad memory.
To know the future doesn't seem all that bad.
Under certain conditions.
Preconceived notions of cause and effect.
It's unpredictable.
Yet predictable to see exactly where we're going.
Being in love with you seems like a bad idea.
I learned that the hard way.
The touch of a hand on the small of your back.
Afterwards we could both agree.
This was a really bad idea.
Picking up where the other left off

woe! for today is a day of chagrin
the lowest hanging fruit called sin
the best of friends, nearly a kin
and yet, their break up makes me inwardly grin

when laughter permeates the easy air
of conversations between us, a pair
a taylor swift song, so plain and bare
but no, resist it! ****... no fair

we were meant to be
fated, a lock and key
destined, a mid summer's dream
oh, and model indecency

what the hell are you thinking
this is kool aid you're drinking
standing on the titanic, sinking
what relationships ought not be, intrisically

but despite the prudence
and your held back glances
nothing stops loves, or
more accurately, lust's advances