Well, I knew who it was when I heard the sound of your knock
And I thought about it twice before I drew back the lock
And it only took me one look in your eyes to justify my hesitation
I've seen that look before, and it's surely, it's BAD MEDICINE
You assume that you're wanted each time you choose to appear
And once there was a time that you would've known welcome here.
So you'd show up every once in a while, for a little rest & recreation
And I'd take you right in, but never again, it's BAD MEDICINE
Once upon a time you looked like somethin',
That I might have called a lover or a friend.
But once upon a time just turned into nothin',
That I'd ever want to do again...
It's BAD MEDICINE
With a belly full of whiskey, and a nose full of fools' delight,
You've got some damn gall to show up at all tonight.
So I'll get you some coffee, and I'll call you a cab, that's it, end of conversation.
Talking won't do, 'cause talkin' to you is BAD MEDICINE.