Bad Timing - Lisa Dal Bello

Celluloid summer cut me like a knife

And the hipsters are riding shotgun with my life

Oh, their arrogance is worth its weight in gold

While they price me, merchandise me — then I’m sold

Seven weeks and it’s off the charts

They tell me, «Bad Timing»

Everybody’s on holiday

No reply — Bad Timing

Cash advance on my royalties?

«So sorry, Bad Timing»

I gave you all of my loyalties

No reply — Bad Timing

Talk ain’t cheap when you’re paying by the pound

But they always mention their expense account

'Til they take you to the point of no return

Legalize me, criticize me — I’ve been burned

Fell in love with my manager

They called that Bad Timing

I’m being taken advantage of

They told me, «Bad Timing»

And in return for my loyalty

So sorry, «Bad Timing»

He’s taking half of my royalties

No reply — Bad Timing