Your gentleman caller

well, he's been calling another

he loves his forbidden fruit.

and 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

"doo do doo..."



"I'm not looking for a lover,

all those lovers are liars

I'd never lie to you

You say you want to 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?

"Doo do doo..."



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.