A/N: Credit goes to PeaceLoveNickJonas, for her story 'Dancing Her Stilettos Off' for inspiring me, as well as Cobra Starship. PLEASE rememebr to review at the end, ox
Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC nor Cobra Starship.
Good Girls Go Bad
~x~
I always made the good girls go bad.
I know it was me, all me.
My fault, I am reponsible.
"Chad, we're underage?" That's what she said to me,
the night where it all started.
I held the cup in front of her and smirked,
"This is hollywood, we're teenagers; there is no such thing as underage."
'Cause just one night couldn't be so wrong
I'm gonna make you loose control
She smiled for the last time that stupid grin and grabbed the cup away from me.
You heard that I was trouble but you couldn't resist.
She smirks seductively. That grin doesn't exist anymore.
She was tipsy that night.
She was drunk at the next party.
Completely loaded and wasted at the next party.
She doesn't even remember the next party.
She woke up next to a stranger at the next party.
She woke up next to me at the next party.
She was an a l c o h o l i c, at the mere age of 17.
You'd think it's pathetic going to a party every weekend, but
she would beg to differ.
She was so shy, until I drove her wild.
I looked up at her, into her e y e s.
I know she's there somewhere, she was just hiding behind this mask.
I watched her as she parted her lips and let the alcohol
escape the cup and down her throat.
I closed my eyes after she winked at me and continued dancing.
This was my fault, what have I done?
Who was she? Where's my Sonny?
I made the good girls go bad, always.
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