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Lyrics
She said, "I'm a bad girl,"
just like in the movies,
just like in those dirty little magazines
(not that I'd know, but I've heard stories),
and then she bit that lip--oh my--
and then she shook those hips--and I died--
and then she shot me a little smile
and walked out of the room.
But she knew what she was doing.
She knew what I was gonna say.
She knew how she was moving
when she walked away.
Now, she's a hell of a dancer,
so I stood and watched her,
and when she slid up to me
I didn't know what she would do to me,
and then she winked that eye--oh my--
and then she let loose a sigh--and I died--
and then she shot me a little smile
and walked out of the room.
But, you see, I don't dance anymore;
I don't do one-night stands anymore;
and so I took her hand
and looked in her eyes, told her goodnight,
went to my room, turned out the light,
got into bed, alone again,
and cursed my conscience
'til the morning, when
I heard the telephone:
she was calling to say hello.
She wanted to apologize
for whatever she did last night.
And then we laughed and talked about it,
and she laughed it off--and I died--
and then she laughed and said goodbye,
and walked out of my life.
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