A Gentleman Caller Lyrics

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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 'bout a little kiss..."
Bad boy!
Rub his nose in it!
What a mess
and he's playing dumb
"Doo do doo..."

"I'm not looking for a loverm
all those lovers are liars...
I'd never lie to you
You say you want to get even?
Yeah, you want to get
your bad man good?
Well, are you in the mood?

You bad girl!
Does it feel good being bad?
And getting worse?
"Doo do doo..."

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 love's the religion of the weak
this morning we love like weaklings
the worst is over.

The worst is over

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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 'bout a little kiss..."  
Bad boy!  
Rub his nose in it!  
What a mess  
and he's playing dumb  
"Doo do doo..."  
  
"I'm not looking for a loverm  
all those lovers are liars...  
I'd never lie to you  
You say you want to get even?  
Yeah, you want to get  
your bad man good?  
Well, are you in the mood?  
  
You bad girl!  
Does it feel good being bad?  
And getting worse?  
"Doo do doo..."  
  
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 love's the religion of the weak  
this morning we love like weaklings  
the worst is over.  
  
The worst is over

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