There truly is something special

about a devil in skin tight leather,

a boy who defies codes of conduct,

who makes my lady parts tingle

and my brain forget common sense.

When he calls me "babe"

and pushes me up against the wall

I'm glad he's got a strong hold,

because my knees give way

and I fall down, kissing the ground he stands on.

How pathetic.

A strong woman, with self-respect for plenty,

and a Bad Boy; not enough respect to go around.

I should be happy with the man next door.

But the ground is shaking,

I've been hit by Bad Boy Syndrome.