I'm so good at bein' bad, I made an art of love,

I read 'go forth and multiply', and couldn't get enough.

Since then I've done my very best, to go forth quite a lot,

I go forth most nights of the week, Sunday's my night off.

I'm so good at bein' bad, I doubled my amour,

I started out with one or two, but now I'm up to four.

It's perfect on a blowy night, or when it looks like rain,

I'm busy under covers, cuddle up and start again.

I'm so good at bein' bad, I can’t believe my luck,

Born to do what I like best, ‘come here, I need a hug’.

My jackets on a hanger, my shirt is on the floor,

I'm doin' what comes naturally - bein' bad once more.

© Joseph G Dawson
2015