Bon Jovi — Bad Medicine | караоке з текстом пісні

Settle down. We're about to let you in for the Bon Jovi video. Now, are there any questions? Yeah. Yeah, I got a question. Is this gonna be the same video slop that we always get from these glam rock pretty boys that get on camera and dance around with the same lighting angles, the same camera angles? Is this gonna be the same kind of video we always get from you guys? Yes, it is. Is that good enough for you? Yeah. Do you think we can make a better video than these guys here? Yeah. Then why don't we take their cameras and make our own Bon Jovi video. Lights, camera, action. Your love is like bad medicine. Bad medicine is what I need, whoa. Shake me up just like bad medicine. There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease. Bad medicine. I got a fever, got a burning disease. And it'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy. I got lots of money, but it isn't what I need. Gonna take more than a shot to get this poison out of me. And I got all the symptoms, now one, two, three. First you need. That's what you get for falling in love. Then you bleed. You gotta feel pain to heal it. Then you're on your knees. That's what you get for falling in love. Now this fool's a victim 'cause your kiss is the drug, whoa. Your love is like bad medicine. Bad medicine is what I need, whoa. Shake me up just like bad medicine. There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease. Bad medicine. I don't need no needle pricks giving me a thrill. And I don't need no anesthesia or nurse to bring a pill. I got a third eye addiction that doesn't leave a track. I got a jones for your affection like a monkey on my back. There ain't no paramedic gonna save this heart attack. What it means. That's what you get for falling in love. Baby, please. You gotta feel pain to heal it. Then you're on your knees. That's what you get for falling in love. Now this fool's a victim 'cause your kiss is the drug, whoa. Your love is like bad medicine. Bad medicine is what I need, whoa. Shake me up just like bad medicine. So let's play doctor, baby, cure my disease. Bad medicine. Ah, that's what I want. Bad, bad medicine. Ow, that's what I need. I need a respirator 'cause I'm running out of breath. For you're an heart generator wrapped in stockings and a dress. When you find a madam, still you take what you can get. 'Cause if there's something better, baby, well, they haven't found it yet, whoa. Your love is like bad medicine. Bad medicine is what I need, whoa. Shake me up just like bad medicine. There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease. Your love, bad medicine. Bad medicine is what I need, whoa. Shake me up just like