Your gentleman caller
Well, he's been calling another
He loves his forbidden fruit
And as it dribbles down his chin
He cries, "Baby, I've been drinking with some friends
Now how 'bout a little kiss?"
Bad boy!
Rub his nose in it
What a mess
And he's playing dumb
"I'm not looking for a lover
All those lovers are liars
I'd never lie to you
You say you wanna get even?
Yeah, you want to get your bad man good?
Well, are you in the mood?"
You bad girl!
Does it feel good
Being bad?
And getting worse?
But in the morning
On the sober dawn of Sunday
You're not sure what you have done
Who told you love was fleeting?
Sometimes men can be so misleading
To take what they need from you
Whatever you need to make you feel
Like you've been the one behind the wheel
The sunrise is just over that hill
The worst is over
Whatever I said to make you think
That love's the religion of the weak
This morning we love like weaklings
The worst is over
The worst is over
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