I Want to Be Evil

I've posed for pictures with ivory soap. I've paired stray dogs and shied clear of dope. My smile is brilliant. My glance is tender. But I'm noted most. For my unspoiled gender, I've been made misrine gold, though I never touch beer.

And I'm the person to whom they say, your sweet, my dear. The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass, And the closest I've been to a bar was at ballet class, prim, and proper.

The girl who's never been kissed, while I'm tired of being pure, and not chaste. Like something that seeks its love, or to the devil who wanna be evil. I wanna spit, I wanna be boo And cheat at jive, I wanna be wicked I wanna be mean, and throw one to wake up In the morning with that old taste

I wanna see some dissipation in my face I wanna be boo, more than that I wanna be boo, just too sea I wanna be nasty, I wanna be dirty, wanna shoot puke and step on everybody's feet I wanna be evil, I wanna be hard, forever I've...