I was born bad
But then I met you
You made me nice for a while
But my dark side’s true.
You never cared what I did at all
Motel singer or the silver pole
I did what I had to do…
Femme fatale, always on the run
Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongue
Before I give back, I gotta get drunk
So get over here, pour me a cold one.
Babe you can see that I’m danger
Teetering off of the stage, yeah
Sparkling in sequins, say hey-yeah
Time to give in to the kindness of strangers.