Bad Mood

I’m in a bad mood, baby.
Lord knows what I might do.
I’m in a bad mood, baby
Lord knows what I might do.

When I get this way, girl,
Don’t need nothing off of you…no bad stuff.

I told you I had business;
Won’t take me long.
Said, “Crank up your truck and get your sorry self back home.”

I’m in a bad mood, baby.
Lord knows what I might do.
And when I get this way girl,
Ain’t gonna take nothing off of you…that’s what I’m talking about.


Snuck in the back door
I thought you was in bed.
You came creeping across the floor
Done hit me ‘cross the head.

Now I’m in a real bad mood, baby.
Aw, Lord, what I might do.
And when I get up off the floor
I ain’t taking no more off of you.


(I’m telling you right now, here it comes, this is it—hit it!)

You said get yourself together
That’s the way its gonna be.
Put that skillet upside my head
And done knocked some sense right into me.

Now I’m in a good mood, baby.
Aw there aint nothing, nothing I won’t do.
I’m gonna get myself together

Cant’ take no more bad moods outta you.

--spoken--
(Aw, Lord,..I’m so sorry baby.
I don’t know why I acted that way

Can I take out the trash?
Maybe I need to do some stuff around the house.
Are you hungry? You want to go somewhere?
Im gonna make it good….)