Darren Hayman - Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad Girl lyrics

She was a bad bad bad girl All the leaflets they would read The thing he couldn't conceive She was a bad bad bad girl It was a cruel, cruel, cruel thing In all the waiting rooms, they would stare At rows of plastic chairs It was a cruel, cruel, cruel thing He was a big strong gentle man He loved her most days In a tender and brutish way He was a big strong gentle man She was a bad bad bad girl They thing she wanted, she got But something was lost She was a bad bad bad girl