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 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