He’s trouble in a ball cap,
smile like a dare.
Says all the wrong things,
but I still care.
My friends say “girl, run,”
but I run closer…
guess I like danger
a little bit more than I’m supposed to.
Yeah, I know better,
but better ain’t fun.
And he’s the kind of bad
I don’t wanna outrun.
He’s a walkin’ red flag,
but I like the color.
Shouldn’t want him back,
but I want another.
Yeah, I know better…
but I don’t bother.
He’s a walkin’ red flag,
and I kinda like the color.
He’s late to everything,
quick with a grin.
Says he’s “not the settling type,”
then reels me in.
He’s chaos wrapped up
in a Sunday shirt…
and I keep falling
even though I know it’ll hurt.
Yeah, I know better,
but better ain’t fun.
And he’s the kind of bad
I don’t wanna outrun.
He’s a walkin’ red flag,
but I like the color.
Shouldn’t want him back,
but I want another.
Yeah, I know better…
but I don’t bother.
He’s a walkin’ red flag,
and I kinda like the color.
Maybe one day
I’ll learn my lesson…
but tonight he’s lookin’
too good to question.
He’s a walkin’ red flag,
but I like the color.
Shouldn’t want him back,
but I want another.
Yeah, I know better…
but I don’t bother.
He’s a walkin’ red flag,
and I kinda like the color.