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 about a little kiss?"
Bad boy
Rub his nose in it
What a mess
And he's playing dumb

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?
You say you want to get your bad man good?
Well, are you in the mood?
You bet
Go
Doesn't it feel good?
Being bad, and getting worse

But in the morning
On the silver dawn of Sunday
You're not sure what you've 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 can move on 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 remission of the weak
This morning we loved like weaklings
The worst is over
The worst is over
The worst is over

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Writer(s): Clint Frederick Schnase, Gretta Mindy Cohn, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Ted James Stevens, Tim Kasher