I dress seductively to attract the bad boy,
The bad boy is the only one who can help me forget,
I’ll let him think he can play me like a toy,
Yet I’m the one working to forget,
I don’t plan on forever with the bad boy.
He’s a boy I’m going to regret,
He’s going to make me wish we had never slept together,
Yet I feel I need this regret,
I know deep inside he would never have plans on staying together,
I feel I might die if I don’t have this regret.
It isn’t a need to orgasm,
It is a need of wanting to feel alive,
Truthfully, not all bad boys can make a woman orgasm,
Yes, some women love to lie,
Yet I don’t believe in lying about an orgasm.
I don’t need to pretend with a bad boy,
A bad boy is a jerk anyways,
Thus, I’ll be a bitch towards a bad boy,
We’ll be mean and go our separate ways,
I guess in the end we’ll be each others toy.