I’m not looking for a lover All those lovers are liars I would never lie to you You say you wanna get even Yeah you wanna get your bad man good Well, are you in the mood? You bad girl Does it feel good Being bad? and get 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 loves the religion of the weak This morning we love like weaklings The worst is over