Now she goes out every evening Out to the picture show I ask her what was showing She said "I don't even know" Bad love Bad love and misery I'm getting sick and tired Of all of this secrecy She came back in the morning And her hair was all a mess Her hips they were shaking She even had on another dress Bad love Bad love and misery, Lord misery I'm getting sick and tired Lord Lord Lord I'm tired Of all of this secrecy Lord Lord Lord I'm getting' tired Bad love Bad love and misery Bad love Bad love and secrecy