BAD BOYS - Peter Criss, Jim Roberge

I met a lady dressed in black 
She sure looked strange to me 
I said, baby where's a hot place to go 
She [bad word] s ain't for me 
I said, mama I can go anywhere I please 
I been to places that would bring the devil to his knees 

She just looked at me and said 
Don't go where the bad boys go 
If you can't fight 
Don't go where the bad boys go 
When it's late night 

She looked at me with her coal black eyes 
As she took me by the hand 
She [bad word] s just ain't the place 
You see it's more like another land 

And as we stood outside the door 
You could smell it in the air 
You could hear the screams and feel the heat 
But I really didn't care 

She kept telling me 
Don't go where the bad boys go 
If you can't fight 
Don't go where the bad boys go 
When it's late night 

And as she pushed me through the door 
The place was bright with flames 
She said I tried to warn you boy  [bad word] is my name 

I should have listened when she said 
Don't go where the bad boys go 
If you can't fight 
Don't go where the bad boys go 
When it's late night 

Don't go where the bad boys go 
If you can't fight 
Don't go where the bad boys go 
When it's late night 
I don't wanna hear it again 

Don't go where the bad boys go 
If you can't fight 
Don't go where the bad boys go 
When it's late night