I Need the Bad Ones But the Bad Ones Don't Ever Need Me

I met a girl last nite
she is nice, she is nice
She has funny hair and her eyes could see beyond and far away inside my mind
She told me about her parents and her house
and the city that she used to live
I was thinking to my self
"What a interesting girl to meet"

Now Im alone
cos shes cool
Why do the girls need to mess with our lives?
I dont want those who always agree
I need the bad ones
I need the bad ones
I need the bad ones but the bad ones dont ever need me

(whistle thing)

We talk about life, we talk about you
we talk about anything you want, but me
And all the problems you might have, dont make me hear it again

Now Im alone
cos shes cool
Why do the girls need to mess with our lives?
I dont want those who always agree
I need the bad ones
I need the bad ones
I need the bad ones but the bad ones dont ever need me