Really That Bad (The Pipettes)

He's the boy that always sits at the back of the class He never does what he's told (oh no, he never does) They say he's several years older than the rest of us But I don't know if that's true (oh yes, you better believe it) I once sat next to him in geography when he was thrown out of his class He's got a tattoo on his arm (I wonder where else) They say he'll only come to harm But I can see that he has got a certain charm But what's beneath his smile? But what's beneath his smile? But what's beneath his smile? He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor He's good enough to know my name 'coz I heard him once So can he really be that bad? Can he be that bad? Can he really, really, really be that bad? He's the boy that always stands by the bike sheds smoking on his own And he once offered my a try (oh, did you really, did you try?) But I was always too shy, though I regret it know Just to be near him for a while I doubt he needs much longer I doubt he needs much longer I doubt he needs much longer He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor He's good enough to know my name 'coz I heard him once So can he really be that bad? Can he be that bad? Can he really, really, really be that bad? He's good enough to smile at me when he passes me in the corridor He's good enough to know my name 'coz I heard him once So can he really be that bad? Can he be that bad? Can he really, really, really, really really, really, really, really really, really, really be that bad?