Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad Girl
She was a bad bad bad girl
all the leaflets they would read
the thing he couldn't conceive
She was a bad bad bad girl
It was a cruel, cruel, cruel thing
In all the waiting rooms, they would stare
at rows of plastic chairs
It was a cruel, cruel, cruel thing
He was a big strong gentle man
He loved her most days
in a tender and brutish way
He was a big strong gentle man
She was a bad bad bad girl
They thing she wanted, she got
But something was lost
She was a bad bad bad girl