I used to be Untouchable
But things have changed, he says
Now with your ruby red nails
And freshly crimped hair
A guy is bound to want you
I need to be careful, I think
Or otherwise I will end up-side-down
With me kneeling in high heels
And instead of us belonging to each other
I will belong to him
I tell him, this week
Was a bad-girl week
But the one coming up
Looks like a good-girl one
He seems disappointed so I add,
But I have been known
To be persuaded otherwise
So at 2am I get a phone call
To sneak out with him
And I pretend I am asleep
And I do not answer the phone
But when have I ever been known
to turn down a dare?
So I get up and walk out
And drive past Sanity
Down the road on the right
I pass Stupidity
I make a left at the stop sign
And head down near Temptation
I pull into the driveway
And find Lust sitting on the doorsteps
Waiting for me
He invites me in
And I am no longer talk, I am
Action, says the director
So I play the part
And create a juicy bed scene
Tangled up in sheets he says,
You've never looked more beautiful
And I believe him
Just like last time
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