Your gentleman caller, well, he's been calling on 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 "Doo do doo..."
"I'm not looking for a loverm 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.
The worst is over. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
