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.

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