By gosh, it feels good to be bad,
To try the life I never had:
Chocolate and chips, tongue with the lips
And inviting friends to my pad.
This is the life I didn't lead,
Expecting my knight on his steed-
Gallant and brave, yet such a knave.
Oh, my perfect man, yes indeed!
Well, he never made it, you know.
In my pristine life, no such beau.
I must not slip on this new trip
For bad with good must now flow.