Songtext
Whoa yea!
Hot summer night fell like a net,
I got to find my baby yet,
I need you, to soothe my head,
Turn my blue heart to red.
Doctor, doctor, gimme me the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you,
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you.
A pretty face don't mean no pretty heart,
I learned that, I learned that from the start,
You think I'm cute, (I'm certainly do!)
a little bit shy,
Hey Mama, I ain't that kind of guy
Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you,
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you.
Music Intro
Whoa yea!
I know how you like it, Baby, you like it on top,
Tell me, mama, where will you gonna stop?
You had me down, 21 to zip,
(Is that a fact now?)
Sign of Judas on your lip,
I'm gonna shake my fist,
I'm gonna knock on wood,
I got it bad, and I got it good.
Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you,
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you.
Doctor, doctor, I got a bad case for you
Got a bad case!
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