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.
    Thanks to nine (carosold@yahoo.com) for these lyrics