Words and Music by Fleming McWilliams and John Mark Painter

Blue eye shadow, girls smoking in the bathroom
They're gonna meet out on the dirt road at a quarter til two
Whisper, whispers echo through the stars
Hey, isn't that her, isn't she the one

I don't wanna be a hero
I don't wanna be a weirdo
Don't wanna be Miss Understood
I just try to be good
Why does everybody want a bad reputation
You're so bad you'll be a big sensation
Why does everybody want a bad reputation
You're so bad you'll be a big sensation

Cool dude thinks that he's a lady killer
High school girls fighting over him at the end of the road
They don't care if he's ten years older and a loser
Already been married three times before

I don't wanna be a hero
I don't wanna be a weirdo
Don't wanna be Miss Understood
I just try to be good
Why does everybody want a bad reputation
You're so bad you'll be a big sensation
Why does everybody want a bad reputation
You're so bad you'll be a big sensation