Victim of nature I fell into your bad boy’s charm

Your flattering words swirled around me like a bee swarm

Made dizzy with that cocky grin

When you took your fingers to lift up my chin

And search my own with the greenest eyes

Only that bad as you are, in sheeps clothing disguised

Oh where are you going?

The red lit clock read three in the morning

“Out” was your only answer and final answer at that

Prince on the white horse is now a carnivorous rat

Weekends I dreaded even when the sun was bright in spring

Because you’d sleep in at day, at night pursue your fling

After countless nights holed up in my room

Out goes the rat, I the witch sweeping swift with my broom

Later I ask my therapist why did I get into such rat trap?

Those fit genes of evolution draw women to his lap

There must be something wrong, very wrong with me

Still to this day Bad Boy makes my body shudder with glee

With cocky grin and voracious white teeth

Never mind that as a rat he lives in the wet sewers beneath

Bad Boys anonymous I make my addiction known

The fruits of my errors I’ve come to own

Sowing wild oats without reaping them later

His moment’s desires demand to be catered

Bad boy will be bad til death do us part

Ode to me the witch with the iron heart

Swiftly sweeping out the dust with the broom

I run forward in the warm spring to finally bloom